You never know when something will show up in your life, setting you off on a brand new adventure. It might, for instance, show up in your mailbox on a dull, chilly afternoon wrapped in plain kraft paper, bearing the familiar handwriting of a loved one. Even after you tear it open, it may fail to pique your interest any more than watching golf on television.
It was September 2013 when a Rainbow Loom made its not-so-grand entrance into our home. It was a birthday gift for my youngest daughter, Madeline (then eight years old), from her aunt Tracy in Toronto. I had never heard of Rainbow Loom. I took one look at the plastic device, ...