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Mothers Day was this past weekend and it gave me a little time to reflect on how complicated mother daughter relationships are.

Even Lorelai and Rory fought once.

And how lucky I am to have the mother I do.

Martha Mary Denio Power is the smartest woman I know.  She’s a Nurse Practitioner who makes waves and cuts paths, has gone back to school twice in my lifetime, and has three children who don’t make life much easier (we’re trying mom, we swear!)

She wipes old peoples butts, takes care of any sick person ever, acts as a surrogate mother to my friends, and pours me a large glass of wine when it’s needed.

Not to mention she resisted the temptation of killing me as a teenager. Which I’m not sure anyone would have blamed her for (teenage girls are the worst).

And she helped me sew my graduation skirt.

Now my mother has always been realistic- she’s encouraged my goals but has been the voice of reason.  Journalism- fine, you’re a good writer, you can do it.  Professional athlete- nope, you can’t walk up the stairs without hurting yourself.

So when I brought the idea of the skirt to her, she looked nervous.  But bought the fabric.

It’s been a really nice project these last few weeks. And on our way down to Flatwoods for a conference where I photographed and she was awesome (because that’s what she does) we got the end trim.

We finished the skirt on Friday. And then I graduated on Saturday. Which, among other things, can be attributed to my mother.  I wore the skirt. And it was PERFECT.

Happy Mother’s Day to all those out there who are wonderful like mine. And if you haven’t lately, go do something with yours- I’m not saying the months long adventures of making a skirt beyond your individual abilities (thought it was fun) but something, anything.   They’re pretty awesome, even if it takes passing the age of 18 to realize it.


As a college student I should probably be ashamed that I have a teddy bear.  Mr. Bear (I was clearly a super creative child), has followed me from a tiny house up a gravel hill in upstate New York to my college apartment and has been a steadfast companion.  He wears a shirt from my adopted grandmother from the bakery but that’s the most he’s changed.

Teddy bears were given their name from president Teddy Roosevelt.  The story claims that in 1902 Roosevelt was on a hunt in Mississippi had been unsuccessful, but when presented with a cornered bear refused to kill it but asked that it be put out of its misery.  Political cartoons depicting the story would progressively make the bear an inspiration for a new toy.  Sources claim Morris Michtom of New York was the inventor of the first stuffed toy.

Teddy bears are one of the most popular childhood toys of all time.  I cannot think of a friend or relative who wouldn’t recognize the toy or speak fondly of one they or a child in their midst owned.

Teddy bears have inspired books, entire shops, entire lines, and Christmas movies.

Earlier this semester my mother and I quilted pillows from fabrics from both of my grandfathers’ shirts.  Some of the fabric was leftover so when we decided to make bears it was an obvious choice for me. I plan on looking like a crazed spinster lady when I finally have a bed that doesn’t make me look like I’m seven.

We sewed them while up at our cabin in Pennsylvania with my younger cousin Emily.  I think we were all pretty greatful for the project since it rained all weekend. Mom was last to finish (not that I’m bragging).

We used a pattern my aunt sent down that was fairly complicated but you can find different patterns for bears all over the internet.


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