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

Learn more about the fiber arts research for Isabela's Way here ! Thanks to Reading the Past..

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...

Barbara Stark-Nemon weaves a beautiful tapestry of stories, as elegantly embroidered as the linens that Isabela weaves.  Reminiscent of...

When someone loses their home to a fire..

Loss of a Friend   This week I lost a friend that made the other losses of the week…. My sense of security as an American, and my plans...

A sober reflection on fiction and reality

Social media is still both enticing and frustrating, as someone who came to it late in life and for whom it is still not intuitive.  As...

Announcement of Isabela's Way publication