
My mother made this quilt for me when I graduated from high school. She said it was to hang in my very first apartment and would serve as a reminder to always "shoot for the stars." But this quilt, which has been with me through many crazy parties in my college apartment, seen the dysfunctional side of a very bad living situation in my first home in Chicago, and now in the apartment I very nearly shared with my ex-girlfriend, has served more of a reminder that I am loved. In this quilt are my mother's hopes, dreams and love for me; all hanging in my kitchen.