Between plough folds and billowing sails

Between plough folds and billowing sails

On the trail of golden threads and rusty nails of Dutch folk and fairy tales. I’ve been telling stories for about 15 years. I’ve had an automatic relationship with the ones I’ve told. I saw them in a book or heard them and knew pretty soon I had to...
On Context and Queenship

On Context and Queenship

Queens live until they are done And the King arrives in a different world than she passed from… I’ll admit to mourning. A radio beam from my grandparents’ time went quiet and I couldn’t submerge my grief. I even delayed this newsletter out of respect. Then over the...
A better kind of strength

A better kind of strength

  I am setting out again to write a letter to you about a moment in a story. What we should really call an incident. I’m trying to write as myself, not leaking into styles such as Henry Miller’s, Laurence Ferlinghetti or Milan Kundera. Nor the way everyone talks...
Lead on the cheeks

Lead on the cheeks

This story is about what it takes to get what we truly long for. The hero needs all her ingenuity and courage to pass beyond watchful eyes to find her beloved in Scotland. I’ll share the story, and unpack the images within it as they speak to me, then hand it to...