Like many writers, I thrive on deadlines. That's not to say I don't rail against them and say many bad words when they close in, but without a strict time frame I tend to dither my time away. When I am paid to write, the incentive for meeting my deadlines is clear. When I am not...well, I have to come up with an artificial construct. Like the guilt or public shame that follows
Not long after my father died, I went to Martinique with my mother. I remember three things about that trip. My mother's grief. The profiteroles. And the topless beach. Grief, food, and nudity My mother was in a raw stage of mourning, subject to fits of literal wailing. But no one in my family was ever too upset to eat, especially dessert. And Martinique is a
When I was growing up, my mother always implied that my sister and I should keep a low profile. We were supposed to excel in school, sure, but not to stand out because otherwise "they" would find us, even though we grew up in America, even though "they" found everyone they wanted to find in Vienna -- i.e., anyone who was even part Jewish, no matter how low a profile the
Dear Freud's Butcherites Friends of Freud's Butcher, As you may have noticed -- at least I hope so -- I haven't been around much lately. The short version of the reason: I'm not a very good multitasker. For many years, I've had a travel memoir on my back burner. And I finally decided to finish it and publish it after raising the money to do so through crowdfunding, a
If Lynn Palermo, The Armchair Genealogist and host of the Family History Writing Challenge, had been able to channel my thoughts over the last 27 days, she would have heard me say some bad words. She would also have heard some philosophical mutterings, along the lines of "What does not kill you makes you strong." Today I offer aloud and in public my final summation: Thank
Today I got together with some friends and vanquished a cyber thief. Just one, and not a major player, but it felt good. And there are morals to this story related to a writing challenge, so I'm going to tell you about about it here. A Bit of Background: 2010 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring... Except my dog, Frankie.