Think of this as your sanctuary

It all started 10 years ago with a gray, cable knit sweater, a beautiful hand-knit piece a friend culled from her husband’s closet. “It doesn’t fit him anymore,” she insisted, holding out the neatly folded sweater smelling faintly of lavender, cedar, and mothballs. ”Plus, his ex-girlfriend made it,” she said, pushing the sweater toward me more firmly. When I pulled it over my head, it felt like it...