A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.
Dear Creativity,
It’s Mother’s Day, so of course I’ve been thinking about my mother. And you.
Because she was creativity, too.
Soft and radiant. Quietly powerful. Ever making, ever shaping.
By day, she was a nurse—practical, grounded, steady.
But when she came home, she became something more.
A baker. A cook. A seamstress. A host. A healer.
A woman of many skills and endless reinvention.
She crocheted like a magician. Not from patterns or tutorials—but from sight. She could walk into a store, spot something beautiful, study it, and recreate it from memory. Thread and hook, just her hands and intuition.
She turned scraps into angels. My old dance costumes and dresses became soft wings and flowing gowns for the figures she made and gave away—watchers, protectors, blessings sewn into being.
She made my Halloween costumes. My snacks. My sense of what was possible.
Because I have been partnering with you so deeply in my creations and innovation for this blooming business as I step into the world as the person who is uniquely me, I realize: I am her.
A multipotentialite. A creative generalist.
A curious soul drawn to color, fabric, movement, and meaning.
I didn’t just inherit her things. I inherited her ways.
And you, dear Creativity, are one of them. A legacy passed down—not always directly, but always present. Threaded through generations in unexpected forms.
Thank you for connecting me to her today. Thank you for helping me see her not just as a mother, but as a maker who lives through me to others as I practice, build, and shape a future filled with innovation, delight, and a new sense of what is possible.
I may not have the mastery of the hook and thread like my mother, but as she was for me, I am for others. A guide to the creative brilliance you help us all to reach in our unique ways.
Innovatively yours,
Dr. Abigail
