Crocheted angel- Wanda Kudzia For 30 years I have been part of a group of women who are dedicated fiber artists; we quilt, knit, crochet and embroider. We gather for connection, for support, and for sharing in the joy of creativity. We have learned new skills, and have gifted, donated, and sold our work to each other and many others and have relished the addition of fiber artists to our identities. As we age and life intervenes, and our group has gotten smaller, I treasure wh

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

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