I Sewed a Dress From My Dad’s Shirts for Prom in His Honor – My Classmates Laughed Until the Principal Took the Mic and the Room Fell Silent

And there was one thing about her everyone remembered: her scarves.

Silk ones with floral prints, chunky knitted ones in earthy tones, soft pastel cotton for spring, bold stripes in the fall. She didn’t just wear them. She lived in them.

“Scarves are like moods, sweetheart,” she’d tell me, tying continue reading …