When my Dad passed away a few years ago, I was devastated with grief, and driven from home by engulfing memories. So after work, I began to wander the malls, the stores, the theaters…. I happened on a craft store that held my interest for a while. Browsing around, I noticed classes of all kinds were being offered, and, to while away the hours, signed up for a two-hour class on beading that was starting just then. And that has made all the difference!