I am a writer, so I often think in metaphors. This time, the occasion was the six hours I spent in a dermatologist’s office having successive slices of tissue removed from my leg in order to excise a nasty little cancer.  In between rounds of slicing, the tissue goes to a lab to evaluate whether clear cancer-free margins were obtained.  If not, another layer of tissue is removed and the process repeats until there’s no more cancer.   I am at the age where cancer scares of all

Please join me, and my good friend, Sue Rodin for an interesting evening with Isabela's Way!

Writing a novel about a fourteen-year-old embroiderer led me to extensively research embroidery, and its use by early modern women to...

The main character in my upcoming novel, Isabela’s Way,  (available for pre-order now) came to me on a hero’s journey bicycle trip in...