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!

Book launch for 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...

In quaint Milford, MI, come buy books!

Book Events, Fall 25

So enjoyed doing this interview with Jon Winokur at Advice to Writers. Click to see this post .

Loved posting this at Paper Lantern Writers- you can read the post here

A sober reflection on fiction and reality