A brief personal memoir from my birth through the publication of my second novek, SKIRTS.
At the time of writing it I was living in a tiny cottage in Berkeley; I have since
moved to an apartment with a beautiful view in Oakland, near the lake.
I was born Anna Cohen on a Thursday late in June in the Brooklyn Jewish Hospital in Brooklyn, New York. Roses were blooming. World War II had recently begun. Apart from these facts, which are indisputable, any knowledge of my birth is as fragile as a web. Suspended upon it, between my birthday itself and my adoption six months later, are only two ephemeral traces. The first is the name of the adoption agency, sponsored by an important Jewish judge, which handled the adoption; the second, that of a foster home or orphanage where I was kept for an unspecified period of time.