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

Join me as Even in Darkness goes to Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe, Thursday, March 10 at 7 PM for an exciting panel of She Writes...