Where does the title of a book come from? Seems a simple enough question, right? From anywhere and everywhere is the answer. In the case of my new novel, A Family Garden, my title started with Jackson Browne and ended with Joni Mitchell. Here’s how. If I were back in my English Professor days, I’d […]
Read more →For so long now, 50 years long, my writing has been at my side. Not always trusted nor always wanted, but always there nevertheless. It was the corner I ran to, the place to hide. Also the window to open, the place to breathe. And here it is again with my new novel, A Family […]
Read more →As if from a deep slumber I have awakened to the ordinary world. I say “ordinary” because my sleep was anything but ordinary. Instead, it was filled with intense dreams…dreams of love betrayed and love pursued, dreams of families cascading into tragedy and families coming together, of hopes forsaken and of hopes risked again. Four […]
Read more →I’ve been thinking about distances lately. And proximities. The distance from and the proximity to. I’ve been thinking not of the nearness and distance in my relationships with certain people (That’s a novel, not a blog!), but rather about the distances we create from the external functions of our life and how such distances erode […]
Read more →At first it was hard to discern. Then I looked closer… It was a squirrel, lying there, spread-eagle on the concrete (if one can say that of squirrels). I thought he was dead. Dead of heat prostration. Sure, that’s what must have killed him. It was, after all, 114 degrees this day. I’d probably be […]
Read more →I kept putting off a golf lesson to correct the terrible weakness I had with my irons. I put it off because I figured I’d never be able to improve my persistent inability to make clean contact with the ball…often pounding the ball into the ground instead of into the air. Finally, I gave in […]
Read more →Annette and I are traveling in Santa Fe and Taos, New Mexico this past week. I wanted to express some thoughts about what we’ve seen and felt, but I was reluctant because of the effort to write down thoughts in a blog, then edit the draft of words, then edit again, then add photos, then […]
Read more →Short sentences. Or phrases. Parsing out the experience. Images illuminating a moment. A prose poem. My Mercury Dime The tenth hole on our golf course is flat. Until the gully at the end of the fairway. You don’t want to hit into the gully. Chipping out is tough. Thick grass. Steep banks. Boggy conditions. Mud […]
Read more →So, this is kind of smart or funny or disastrous. Who can say which it will be until it happens? No one. Our dear family members, Sean and Hugo, suggested that Nettie and I attend the Northern Trust PGA Open event at the Riviera Country Club in Pacific Palisades this Sunday. They went last year […]
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