“History says don’t hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed for tidal wave Of justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme.” — Seamus Heaney And so, we find ourselves in the final month of this annus horribilis—and since we’ve...
As deliciously surprising as it was be named a 2020 Next Generation Indie Books Awards Finalist for Memoirs it was astounding to find out that the wondrous Ben Tanzer had also entered me in the NGIBA Regional category. Huge congratulations to the winners and my...
This evening, I was scheduled to be in discussion with the author, Tony Peake (North Facing), at the Owl Bookshop in Kentish Town, London. Like all other book events, this one had to be cancelled/postponed—in fact, Tony was one of the poor souls who succumbed early to...
This is the watercolor painted by my mother, Joan, which inspired the print at the opening of Part Six—the last segment of Old New Worlds. Part Six: Chapter Thirty-Seven
Old New Worlds Part II Chapter Fourteen As my contralto-nutritionist friend Monica Reinagel has pointed out, “By now, you’ve gotten emails from every website and business you’ve ever visited, announcing how they are responding...
