Noted
Bookstores and Lovers
It’s always exciting to read about a bookstore opening, rather than closing, though in the case of Albertine, the new bookstore hopes to revive the
October 17, 2014
Paris Memoir
I’M ALL EARS
As a New Yorker born and bred, I feel entitled to kvetch, and I may have never kvetched more than in dealing with the fate
April 10, 2014
Noted
My Memoirs Made Me Jewish
In the year 2000 I received a phone call from a real estate broker who informed me that I had inherited a small plot of
April 3, 2014
Paris Memoir
Dream Reader, Nightmare Reviewer
This weekend brought two radically different responses to my new memoir that caused joy and despair, the alternation of outcomes my friend Carolyn used to
January 23, 2014
Noted
Taking a break and the long tail of hair.
I’ve been wanting to take a short break from the weekly commitment I made to posting my diary entries when I got my new (gorgeous)
December 12, 2013
Paris Memoir
Down for the count? Breathless is out!
What comes after the Countdown to Publication? The book launch. And what comes after that? Um…? You tell me. The day after my last scheduled
November 26, 2013
Paris Memoir
Where were you when you learned that President Kennedy was shot?
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
November 21, 2013
Paris Memoir
COUNTDOWN TO PUBLICATION: Breathless Is Out! Read Chapter One Today. (Please?)
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
November 14, 2013
Paris Memoir
COUNTDOWN: “Is it you?”
This is the third installment of my “countdown to publication” for the members of shewrites.com A few months ago, I showed the book jacket of
November 7, 2013
Paris Memoir
COUNTDOWN: PLATFORMING
This is the second installment of the “countdown” posts I’m doing for shewrites.com. In my last post I chronicled the long and winding road I
October 31, 2013
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.