What does a memoirist really remember? Mortifying to confess, I remember where I was when I heard the news of the event in relation to my love life.
This my fourth and final Countdown to Publication. Wish me luck. It’s even in two bookstores in Brooklyn. For the first time in my life (as a Manhattanite),
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.