meditations and dialogues about family, books, ideas, and the writing life
Posted in Childhood memories, Europe Without a Name, Family, My Father, My short stories, Writing on Apr 26th, 2012
That we could, as we do, live in the realm of eternal mirrors, working our way at the same time through unmowed grasses. ~ Czeslaw Milosz It has been almost six months since my father’s passing. I still can’t grasp what happened, even though I know exactly what happened. All I can think of is [...]
Posted in Authors, Baltimore Book Festival, Books, events, Israel, Meditations on life, My short stories, Palestine, terrorism, To Kill the Other, Writing on Sep 22nd, 2011
It’s a rainy Saturday morning. I am drinking my coffee, looking out the window (as I always do) and thinking about my book reading that will take place tomorrow. How can I possibly talk about the years of working on this novel? What is the most important message I can convey to my audience? I [...]
Posted in Family, My short stories, People in my life on Jul 9th, 2011
I am finishing a short story titled: “In the Forest of Angels.” The story was inspired by real events and all the characters in the story are based on real people — my grandparents, my mother, and me. Here are two short excerpts: Joseph knew, and could even remember this from before the war, [...]
Posted in My first novel, My short stories, Videos on Feb 20th, 2011
My short story, Singing to an Ocean was recently published in the Water issue of the Little Patuxent Review. This story is a scene in my novel, “To Kill the Other.” I had an opportunity to read an excerpt from the story during the launch reading that took place on January 30 at Oliver’s Carriage [...]
Posted in My short stories on Feb 7th, 2010
I love snow storms, preferably enjoyed from either my reading chair or writing table (both close to a window). But this weekend presented opportunities (read: responsibilities) that could not be ignored and ended up being more challenging that I could wish for. First, the shoveling. Yes, I went outside and shoveled my way through the [...]
