Vintage Romantic Author
I am a fabric junky. There is no 12-step program I can join or I would consider it. Colors, patterns, prints and textures call to me from quilt and fabric stores. I have my own leaning tower of jelly rolls—2½-inch strips of color-coordinated fabric wound in a cylinder. I never met a fabric I didn’t …
My paternal grandparents still seem the oldest people I ever met. They looked incredibly decrepit. My mother told me it was because they led hard lives. When they moved to California from Nebraska in the 30s, they first owned a farm on Sepulveda Boulevard in Van Nuys. Later, they downsized to a little house on …