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Threads: On Daughters, Mothers, Ex-girlfriends (and Sewing Boxes)

Inside his sewing box was an old girlfriend’s felt heart, stuck with pins. Throw it out, he says. I don’t.

My daughters are as different as artichokes and apples. One is cerebral and very witty, as befits a Hollywood writer. The other is kinetic and flexible, just right for a rock climber who’s scaled El Capitan and is a seasoned art teacher in a tough urban school. Both of them think I’m a bit nutty. But on one issue they are exactly alike. They like me to do their mending.