It's hard to believe it's been nearly six years since my son Derek died. Sometimes reminders fly at you from the most unlikely places. One such time was at a recent Poetry at the Farmhouse … Continue reading >>
Mom was a saver
Thelma was sentimental. She'd saved so many of my favorite toys, books, artwork, cards, and dolls... even a confirmation dress and two prom gowns, in her basement and … Continue reading >>
You never know where research will take you:
My friend and fellow poet Olga Klekner taught me about Hungarian cursing when I was writing In the Context of Love. As the Hungarian heartthrob Joe … Continue reading >>
The questions that some people think are okay to ask of authors is astounding!
How many?
How many books have you sold?
It's a surprisingly common question authors get asked. Sometimes it's … Continue reading >>
It began with a Ghost Crab Incident
On a family vacation last summer, my daughter took my then 8-year old granddaughter and 3-year old grandson to the beach after dusk to look for … Continue reading >>
I vividly remember the moment Derek was born. The doctor laid him across my chest and there he was, my first baby -- his round face like a pale moon, his eyes open and unblinking, his little body warm … Continue reading >>