My poem Mappa Mundi has been published by The Roanoke Review, The editors asked me to write a little bit about the inspiration behind this poem. Mappa Mundi was inspired by my passion for books of antique maps, some of them so large, I could step through them like doors into imaginary, naively drawn worlds. These…

The Weight of Prayer

I’m excited to announce that my poem The Weight of Prayer has been published by The Roanoke Review, a literary journal that was founded by a Pulitzer Prize winner and one of his students; a down-to-earth journal that publishes writers with no previous writing credits as well as well-known writers. The Roanoke Review editors asked…

My First Pilgrimage Was a Scavenger Hunt

My girls made the “please do not remove” note for me years ago when I was suffering from depression and couldn’t get out of bed. It’s one of my most treasured belongings, even though it’s just a ripped piece of paper. It was one of many that lined the streets – secret messages taped to the walls,…

Goldilocks on Pilgrimage

Securing a bed each night on my pilgrimage is an ordeal and a blessing. For a faithless pilgrim such as myself, leaving my bed to fate or luck or chance or serendipity or street smarts or the kindness of strangers is a strange show of faith. 

She’s a whirlwind in a thorn tree…

This is a loose step-by-step of how I’m creating this papercut. I hope you find it useful! My sister, who I’m making this for, said she’d like a picture of a goddess. I took a Johnny Cash lyric as my muse and title of this piece – A Whirlwind in a Thorn Tree – a…

Paper Moth Heaven

Paper Moth Studios is here! I’ve been ankle-deep in cuttings and confetti for quite some time now. I love the mindfulness and meditation of paper cutting; just following lines, cutting space, making way for light to shine through. I’ve been in heaven. What would a paper moth’s heaven be? A lightbulb? I think so; good…

Silk Skirt Ripped from the Lining of an Antique Wardrobe 

Dupioni silk – stiff, high sheen – has always been used for royalty and wedding dresses. This gorgeous silk lined my antique wardrobe until this weekend. When I bought it, the silk was ripped and hanging loose, threadbare, begging to be stripped. I had just moved to Oxford and vowed to buy a wardrobe so I…

Homemade Make-Up (Chalk, Vodka & Coconut Oil)

Sean made his own make-up for a photo shoot this weekend. This property has thousands of these clumps of chalk (above) – just perfect for mixing with vodka and coconut oil. I love that Sean is a handyman electrician by day, coming home with dirty gloves, sawdust in his hair, and a sweaty, stained T-shirt….

Home-Grown Love Letter

In my Oxfordshire garden in 2012 I spelled out my name and my lover’s name with dandelion leaf, pods, seeds, sweet pea tendrils, and anemone. The neighbor’s horse on the other side of the wall nuzzled me and searched my pockets for fruit as I arranged my foraged love letter. The horse, the wind, and…

Yours Truly with Tattoos

  Years ago my youngest daughter drew my portrait for me with blazing red hair, a “Sublime” T-shirt, and a realistic rendering of my Celtic tattoo necklace. I love it. It’s hanging from my computer as a reflection of my best self.

Bound by an Infinity Scarf

I just found a beautiful old love letter from my husband Sean that expresses how I feel each time he visits me here in Florence and goes back to England again: “Each time you visit me all of my world tips a touch, tips to your touch, and I need to revise my charts and tap…