My journal is where I go to reweave dark threads with lighter ones. This week had me scribbling some thoughts…
My journal is plump from this year's adventures with The Clay Girl-— from book clubs to festivals, libraries to conferences... [caption…
Birds of a feather, read together. I love book clubs. Connecting with people who read, think,…
Printed in the Humm, Art, Entertainment & Ideas in the Ottawa Valley, February 2017
Read, Gift: A Writer's Space here. To borrow on Emily Dickinson, Hope is a thing with feather…
The secret of a fabulous life is to live imperfectly with great delight. I've been playing with this quote in my…
I love men. Especially the one travelling with me. He's been my driver, Sherpa, therapist, photographer, promoter and the one…
Visiting new places is fun. Seeing your book on the shelves of every bookstore you visit is spectacular, especially when it's on…
“Thank you,” is too ordinary. “I’m grateful,” is too small… Words are inadequate to express how much I appreciate the…
Years ago I received a bumper sticker, 'creative people live in messy houses'. I promptly lost it somewhere in my…
Facebook poked me yesterday, pointing out that it's been 18 days since my last post. Does anyone know of an app…
From the title of my book, The Clay GirI, one might safely assume I have a thing for pottery. I…