This is a week of contrasts. Yesterday, my toddler grandson, his parents and my ex brother-in-law sat in my living room opening presents, listening to Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You.” My daughter, the baby and I went on a bracing walk in Riverside Park during which little Vince looked in wonder… Continue reading Christmas, Then Cancer
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"Nothing that happens to a writer — however happy, however tragic — is ever wasted." ~ P.D. James
THE MEMOIR LIFE 