Montreal, QC/Toronto, ON
The summer after my high school graduation, my mom made me a quilt. One could call it a ‘memory quilt.’ Not only would it serve me well in the cold Toronto winters, but it also sparked fond childhood memories at times when I deeply needed the comfort of home. A patchwork of t-shirts from volleyball tournaments, band concerts, sleep-away camp, sports days, family trips, and so on – this kept me warm and smiling for all of my university years. The quilt is a memory of so many wonderful childhood experiences, friends, family and places, but more importantly, the quilt (and all quilts, in fact) reminds me of my amazing mom! The quilt is a symbol of how loving, generous, supportive and talented my mom is. I smile every time I look at it and think of her.