Author: Tiffani

Thank you for stopping by! I have been a freelance writer since 1996. My essays and articles have appeared in all kinds of cool places, like Yahoo! News and Pennsylvania Magazine. My prose and poetry has been in Toe Good Poetry and The Feminine Collective. I am the author of two novels, a novella, several short stories, and one nonfiction book on freelance writing. I love vintage books, old movies, crochet (sometimes, knitting), good coffee (especially if it comes from Hava Java Cafe' in Allentown, PA), and writing. I'm always writing, which is how you got here in the first place. You followed my words from some other place to here. Thanks for that! I see characters and plots in true stories and everyday people. I teach English, ESL and crochet and a local community college and online. And if this sounds a little like yourself, make yourself at home here. Share your thoughts and opinions. Your art and your words. Everyone is welcome here, but comments are modified, and if you're a jerk, you're out.
crochet needles and threads on windowsill

New Shop

I started a vintage/crochet/knitting, etc. shop with my children last year in order to help them show off their talents and make a little extra cash while they worked their way through college and the pandemic. We called it “Vintagey” because that’s kind of what it is–a little bit of the new and a little bit of the old–vintagey. My…


I started a version of The Mourning Cloak Butterfly Shawl back in 2015. You can find a link to my earlier version, and the story that goes with it, if you just google my name and “Mourning Cloak” or by going here, to my author site. After a recent visit to Shenandoah National Park with my sweetheart for our 27th…

A Return

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted here. I’ve been busy teaching, writing, and working full-time. How very American of me to do a million things at once and get only a minute amount of actual work done. But my priorities have changed. I had surgery in the spring, then a severe allergic reaction, then Covid. It’s helped…

Needle Arts for Sanity

When I think of her today, this is how I pray for her–that she will find joy and see the light where I believe she often sees only boredom and struggle. She often complained about things I hadn’t even noticed or ever thought of. Perhaps, she’s simply a deeper thinker than I. There’s something hidden away about her, or was. She smiled a lot, but she could turn furious on a dime and go cold at the strangest things.