Craft is the place where hands and heart meet. The magic is in the stitch, the mark or the folded pages of a repurposed book. It is all art, of course, but I want to give craft its due respect. I want to honor the blankets made by my grandmothers for the new babies, the beautiful cards I receive from a friend who makes them with such skill and imagination, and another friend who spent a lifetime creating beautiful quilts. My craft is my own and it can be a stitched heart or a story about a forest told in a rusty tin lid with pinecones and bits of moss. We are creators and at a very personal and fundamental level craft affirms that.