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Since the age of ten, when my mother gave me my first journal to help me cope with the loss of my grandmother, you can say I have been addicted to writing. You might think of having an addiction as something to be treated, and in some cases it might well be. However, the only possible negative...
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There is no cancer in my family, no cancer of any kind, except for mine. I am now 57 and it's been 10 years since my diagnosis. For the 10 years before this happened I had annual mammograms and each of those years were accompanied by false positive results, bringing me back for a repeat mammogram...
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Just announced at BEA in New York City, WRITERS AND THEIR NOTEBOOKS won the 2011 EricHoffer Award in the Academic Press category.  This was an anthology I compiled and edited with a forewordby Phillip Lopate. http://www.hofferaward.com/HAbookwinners.html
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  If I had to choose one woman who inspired my success as a writer, it’s diarist Anaïs Nin. It is not so much her life that inspires me, but it was the way she expressed herself on the page. She had this way of writing as if she was writing or talking to her best friend. Her writing was...
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As the daughter of a family who immigrated in the 1930s from Europe, I have a slew of very interesting ancestors. If I had to pick one to highlight, it would be my  grandmother, Regina. I actually studied her life in great depth for my memoir, REGINA’S CLOSET: FINDING MY GRANDMOTHER’S SECRET...
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What makes a good book? What makes it hang around for so many years? Why is it that some books you are unable to put down? Many people have speculated on the answer to this question. Personally, I’m not so sure what makes a book timeless. Let us speculate together. When you cannot put a book down,...
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As someone who tends to reach out to others, it took me a few moments to find the answer the question, who's act of kindness meant the most to me. Like a bolt of lightning, I thought back to my first pregnancy when I was prescribed bed rest. I remember my husband struggling as a young businessman...
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It is 1959 and I am five years old. It¹s Sunday, the only day my father has off work. It¹s the day he looks forward to because it¹s the one day we spend together. We wash, get dressed and pile into his pink Chevrolet which matches the shingles on our suburban house, and drive to the neighborhood...
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This letter was adapted from the introduction of my poetry book, DEAR ANAIS: MY LIFE IN POEMS FOR YOU (Plain View Press, 2008) Dear Anaïs: Ever since discovering your journals nearly ten years ago, I have kept them stacked on my bedside table. Although I've read the collection from beginning to end...
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As an adult, neighbors are always just people who live next door, and never more than that. They are not people I would call on or depend upon during times of need or anyone from whom I would borrow a cup of flour or container of milk. Typically, they are not friends. But it’s interesting how the...
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Most of my favorite poems are found on the pages of Billy Collin’s poetry collections. So many of his sentiments and images resonate with my own, but if I had to chose one poem to share, it would be his poem, “Forgetfulness.” The main reason is that this poem inspired me to rediscover the poet in...
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Since childhood, Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. The main reason is that it’s not a religious holiday, which has a tendency to separate cultures and religions.  Thanksgiving, on the other hand, is a holiday that unites people and brings joy. It is a day that reminds us to give...
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