On The Naming of Things

Eye_iris_xxWhen I was in college, I took a seminar on The Historiography of the Holocaust with the very humane and astonishing Saul Friedländer. His own life story is an incredible tale of survival and coming-to-terms—as a child, he was hidden in plain sight at a Catholic seminary in France while his parents, Polish Jews, were gassed at Auschwitz—and he’s made the unspeakable world events that decimated his own family and the Jewry of Europe his life’s study.

Though Friedländer himself takes the view that the Holocaust is nearly impossible to describe or categorize, he led us in some truly fascinating >>>Read more<<<

📅03 February 2014 0 comments
Still/Happy

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“Where silence dwells is sweeter far,” and you must forgive me, dear readers, for my extended silence. Fair warning: I am about to speak up.

In the meantime, a poem:

How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge—
The changing heaven the breezy weather,

More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears.

How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth’s most

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📅01 February 2014 0 comments
The Dark Side

6820578783_f5a19cfbcfI don’t really read many reviews of my writing. It’s depressing and kind of gives me hives, and besides the work is long since written and submitted and there’s no point in self-flagellation, right? Right.

Still, something is kind of sticking in my craw. You see, it has come to my attention that a few of my readers feel I only focus on the dark side of history. They accuse me of emphasizing the sordid and crappy parts of the lives of my literary heroines at the expense of their redeeming or non-depressing aspects. And this revelation has made me >>>Read more<<<

📅14 September 2013 4 comments
What I Did On My Summer Vacation

salt spring island feetSalt Spring is an island in the Strait of Georgia across from Vancouver in British Columbia. I arrived there on August 23, fresh off the ferry. If I’d had my wits about me I might have told my kind hostess that “I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit, thank you ma’am,” like a certain red-headed Canadian. Instead, I stumbled up the steep path toward my AirBnB cottage.

A week later, I took stock of what I did on my summer vacation: Hike. Sleep. Eat (and well at that). READ.

I read on the porch of the >>>Read more<<<

📅03 September 2013 0 comments
The Fun Pass

Fun FunI’m still alive, just laboring on the book/proposal and considering The Nature of Things.

The proposal is close to submission and it’s almost time for something I call The Fun Pass. If you’re anything like me, writing can paralyze you sometimes and leech all of the fun out of you. How will you express this complex idea in few words? How does it work? Will anyone enjoy it? The inner editor rages, slashing at things with the kind of scissors you’d have been scolded for even thinking about as a child. You imagine craven mobs of upset readers.

Then, if >>>Read more<<<

📅24 June 2013 0 comments