“I learned to knit in 2002, six months after my 5-year-old daughter, Grace, died suddenly from a virulent form of strep. I was unable to read or write, and friends suggested I take up knitting; almost immediately I fell under its spell.” WritingYearsFormMotherGraceMonthsSixDaughterDiedSpellsSix MonthsKnitting Author:Ann Hood
“I was a daughterless mother. I had nowhere to put the things a mother places on her daughter. The nail polish I used to paint our toenails hardened. Our favorite videos gathered dust. Her small apron was in a box in the attic. Her shoes - the sparkly ones, the leopard rain boots, the ballet slippers - stood in a corner.” UsedMotherDaughterRainPaintShoesBoxesCornersVideoDustBalletBootsNailsPolishHardenedSlippersAtticsLeopardsApronsNail PolishToenails Author:Ann Hood
“In my adult life, I had spent a lot of time angry at God, mostly over the sudden deaths in my family - my brother at 30, my daughter at 5.” MotherBrotherDaughterAdultsMy FamilyAngryMy BrotherMy DaughterSudden Death Author:Ann Hood
“My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial, one of the hardest things I heard someone say was, 'I'm going to go home and hug my child a little tighter.' 'Well, good for you,' I thought. 'I'm going to go home and scream.'” WellsChildrenLittlesHomeAgeFormMotherChurchGraceHeardDaughterGunDiedHardestMy ChildrenMy DaughterScreamHugHardest ThingMemorialStunned Author:Ann Hood
