Carol Wiebe

Do you want to see my starfish? the small boy exulted, flauntinghis treasure before usand everyone else on the beach.We smiled and paid himour attention    butcan anyone own a starfish(or a husband or a child)?We brandish our birthcertificates and fileour contracts, but all we really haveis our own being and a few chancesto fathom the depth of that oceanbefore the last tidegoes out. What we want won’t matter, then, and even our prized craniums will deposittheir contents on th

One of the dresses that I bought at Frenchys, during a shopping adventure with Margi Hennen in Nova Scotia, was too tight on top. I didn’t mind because I had a plan. I would make a crocheted top and attach it to the dress, replacing the original bodice. I crocheted the top out of a cotton and milk protein yarn (70% cotton, 30% milk protein). I’d never heard of such a combination, but the yarn is beautifully soft. Then I put on the dress, pulled the crochet top over it and my

I have been at a number of retreats in my life. The best ones have felt like a sanctuary, a place where art and life are held in reverence. Yes, I want to have fun, let loose, avoid being too serious when I make art, but I always hope to learn something ~ something that will help me to become a better artist, maybe even a better person. If that sounds rather high and vaunted, understand this: I went on a short holiday to the Maritimes, and found sanctuary THREE TIMES in just