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ABECEDARIAN

Recently a friend directed me to a story on Medium.com. (I publish there once in a while too.) My friend’s friend had posted a little writing exercise that I just adored. An ABECEDARIAN is a 26 sentence story, with each sentence beginning with each sequential letter of the alphabet. It’s a fun exercise that really …

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Facing Reality

My latest novel, SISTERS, SECRETS, AND THE JUNIOR PROM, is set in high school in 1969, which, by sheer coincidence, is where I happened to be in 1969. The book is fiction. Untrue. Made up. Has no basis in reality. Except, of course, like all fiction, pieces of my life weave in and out of …

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Near Miss

I am a daydreamer. I come from a family of daydreamers. We’ve been quite happy being daydreamers. I remember many years ago when my brother was in elementary school, my mother attended a parent-teacher meeting, and the teacher told my mother, “Tommy is a daydreamer.” My mother replied, “Yes, we’re really proud of him.” Because …

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Lifting Up

There is a Facebook page that I follow for its kindness and optimism. I am not alone. More than 5 million people have liked this page. There is never any criticism in its posts. There is just support, understanding, and acceptance. For example:  Recently, they posted this: More than 9,000 people responded. I read the …

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My Acapulco Admirer

Ages and ages ago, when I was about twenty, I went on a bargain vacation to Mexico. A high school friend was attending college there, and she found a cheap hotel and I found a cheap airfare, and I met her over Christmas break for a week in Acapulco. I had never traveled alone before …

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Some Nostalgia – and a good deal

A Thanksgiving special. Amazon is offering the Kindle version of my new novel – SISTERS, SECRETS, AND THE JUNIOR PROM – for just 99 cents. Offer ends Thursday night. The novel, set in a suburban high school in 1969, is a nostalgic trip for those of us of a certain age. And it’s fun for …

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Down in Mom’s Cellar

Last week, I went down to my mom’s basement to do her laundry. Except for the washer and dryer, no one ever uses the basement any more. The stuff down there has been down there for years. Anything useful was rescued years ago. On the beam that runs across the ceiling, there are a bunch …

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Losing Control

This week the carpenter came to do some repairs. The dogs did their typical thing. Theo was all over the carpenter, insisting on attention and constant petting. Henry stood four feet behind the guy, barking his silly protective head off. Which one was annoying? Both, of course. Too much love gets in the way of …

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Sisters, Secrets, And The Junior Prom

Someone (many think it was Dorothy Parker) once said, “I hate writing, but I love having written.” That’s not me. I love writing. The part I hate is … well, every other part. Editing – grammar, spelling, punctuation. Formatting, covers, blurbs. Proofreading, followed by more editing. And, oh my God, the horrible waiting in between …

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Poetry And Poverty

Louise Gluck has been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. I am familiar with the name. I had to re-familiarize myself with her poetry. Life moves from poetry to prose. In high school and college, Poetry saturated me. I have been searching for a better word than saturate. But that’s the one. Poetry surrounded me …

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