My blanket was quilted and many times my size. It was stuffed with cotton and dyed with pictures of cats and dogs. It was my first birthday present, and it never left my side. I named my blanket Tucky. To this day, I don’t know what the word meant to me. Maybe I called it Tucky because I tucked two fingers on my left hand in my mouth whenever I held it. Or maybe …showed first 75 words of 408 total…

…showed last 75 words of 408 total…the world regards me as an adult. I know we can’t go about our daily lives dragging worn blankets behind us or sucking on our fingers to make ourselves feel better. But if I could, I would give everyone a scrap of Tucky just for a shred of hope or a slice of confidence. A security blanket, or even a security shred, can turn a bad day around or make a good one better.