When I was a little girl, my mother taught me how to sew. We would sit together at my grandmother's antique Singer, and she'd show me how to make doll clothes and tote bags and even dresses for myself. She taught me embroidery stitches and crochet, and some knitting that I've long forgotten. But at a young age I discovered there was more to my creations than just fabric. I could pick up a half-finished piece of needlework and remember the song that was playing the last time I'd held it in my hand.