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July 2022 NewsletterDear Friend, After every mass shooting, after each political bombshell, after horrific acts of nature or war, I practice gratitude. Some people have formal practices involving journaling or meditating. Mine is more of a gut reaction that I tune into at night. I get in bed and thank God (my higher power, not to assume…

Dear Friend, It feels almost pointless to write about my memoir journey with the turbulence going on in this country and our world. But that is why you and I are here, so that’s what I’ll do. I hope this newsletter gives you a moment’s escape from bad news (although–full disclosure–I do talk about painful memories). With my…

Dear Friend, I’m sitting on the couch icing my knee as I write this. Recovering from joint replacement surgery has been slow but steady, and I can almost taste the freedom of walking without pain, gardening, and doing a little yoga again.  Did you notice the fresh look of this newsletter? I’ve updated my website,…

Dear Friend, You’ve taken the time to subscribe to my mailing list and have allowed me to pop into your inbox from time to time. For that, I’m truly grateful. As a thank you, I’m giving you a sneak preview of my memoir–my first chapter!  Chapter 1. A Reckoning  I hope reading this chapter entices you…

Dear Friend, As soon as the new year rolls in and the days start getting longer, I get Spring fever. In March, even with patches of snow still on the ground here, I feel the change of seasons in my body and my psyche. This year, the feeling of change is profound, perhaps because of…

For me, it’s the circle of life on steroids. That’s how I experience things–deeply and profoundly.

The day after my 63rd birthday, my Tiny Love Story “Meals are Bland, Life is Good,” appeared in the NY Times online. The following week, it ran in the print edition.

As a member of the Hudson Valley Writer’s Guild, I entered an essay in their nonfiction contest, and it won an Honorable Mention! I’ll be reading  A Tale of Two Tumors at their virtual annual meeting next month.

Speaking of white flags, in July, I let go of people-pleasing as a primary theme of my memoir, with motherhood taking center stage. I’m still wending my way out of and into those literary worlds, trying to find my niche and my tribe.

My younger son says he remembers little of what happened, and I consider that a blessing. Somehow, we managed to insulate him from the trauma.