Now and Then by Iris Winston A loose button remains loose for too long in my house. That’s because sewing of any kind tends to be pushed to the bottom of every to-do list I set up. It’s been that way for a very long time. My difficult relationship with a needle and thread began early. My mother, who was a highly skilled seamstress and...
Now and Then  by Iris Winston I still think of Anna. Not often anymore. After all, it has been many years since we last talked. I never met her in person. That wouldn’t have been allowed for any of us who were volunteer listeners on that city’s distress line. Anna was a regular caller. She would phone in great distress every evening for...
