When Dickinson House became a possibility, not just a dream, one of the first things I knew was that it would need quilts. I have so many friends who make quilts; my mother makes quilts. Quilts and blankets mean cosiness, warmth, care, and beauty all in one object. And the house does have quilts—this one by Blair Stocker, for example, who traded it to me for editing, and one made by my friend Melissa (in the photograph below), and another made by Neele Dellschaft, whose chapbook was one of the first three MIEL published. Writers and artists, come and be warm under these quilts! Come and feel the work their makers put into them to give you comfort!
