Well hello there, all you young whippersnappers! Don’t worry, I don’t bite! Can’t anyway. Haven’t popped the dentures in yet. *shhhtuuck* Much better now! My name’s Faith Wurning. You’ve caught me in the middle of quite a vast undertaking. See, my drug-addled grandson loves this awfully loud music called “heavy metal.” I find most of it just so terrible. The names alone are putrid and oftentimes misleading. Last year, he told me he was going to see Gutalax. I said to him, Well, that’s nothing special. I see that every morning with all my other pills. Because of this, he … Continue reading Quilting Your Shirts to Live Vol. 1