It is odd to say that I decided to be a poet because I was born with two different colored legs: one dark, one light. But this birthmark became my lure to language, and later the very soul of my identity. When I was old enough to understand that I was different, I became aware […]
When I was growing up, reading gave me access to faraway worlds, intriguing characters and suspenseful plots. Today, writing does. As a journalist, I’ve peered into subcultures, met brilliant minds and collected casts of characters that could fill volumes. I’ve learned about the strange world of worm farm schemes; met with a hit man hired […]
Writers tend to worry a lot about when to call themselves writers. For me, it’s been a no-brainer. Writers write. I knew I was a writer when I was eight years old. A teacher called me a writer a couple of years later, sealing the deal. I’ve never been one of those people who can […]
I first started writing because I thought the pictures in my coloring books needed stories to go with them. I’d write in the margins with the crayons that were too boring to color with, like Burnt Umber and Neutral Grey. I became a life-long story-writing addict. I wrote plays for my friends to put on […]
Thomas Berger said, “Why do writers write? Because it isn’t there.” I’ve always been an avid reader and was brought up on the classics of childhood and adolescent literature, and I grew up as a child in the 1960/70’s Golden Age of escapism television; so it’s no wonder I started acting out, and then writing […]
As a special thank you to my valued readers, I’m sharing a story from my collection NEW YORK ECHOES with you. I hope it reminds you to cherish those closest to you. THE CHERRY TREE “There, turn left,” Howard, her grandfather, said, instructing his granddaughter, who was driving, where to make the left. He was obviously remembering […]
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