Everything came at once. A long flight, miles into the air and across the globe, I dozed. Images flickered across my eyelids: the stitches of the embroidery piece I was working on, rendered in gold. 

There’s a certain allure to the North American tradition of Thanksgiving.

At the beginning of the summer, I began to feel that familiar creative unrest: it was time to design again.

June 2009. The summer solstice mere weeks away, but each day the warmth stretched further into twilight. I was just about nine months pregnant, round and full of light, mirroring the sun in the sky...

There’s a lot of talk about having it all – for women, especially, this mythic balance of career, family, love and life becomes a perpetual carrot dangling in front of our nose, something we’re alw...

I always half dread and half long for the moment when springtime finally arrives: the world starts to come alive once more after the long winter slumber, and it’s time again for me to turn another ...