A tribute to my father, Maury Nemoy (1912-1984), a beloved teacher who pioneered the revival of calligraphy in Southern California in the 1950s and designed movie titles and hundreds of record album covers.
Read MoreThe rhythm, the sounds, even the smells of places where we’ve lived can evoke memories that are nourishing for the rest of our lives. One of those places for me was a hilltop cabin in Los Angeles’s Mount Washington.
Read MoreThe friendship of women and our history together encouraged my soul throughout my journey to find my daughter . . . and myself. These are a few of the women I’ve written about in SINCE I LOST MY BABY.
Read MoreIt may be a successful literary technique to get a protagonist into trouble, then out of trouble, then into worse trouble, but when that happens to you in real life, it’s not entertaining.
Read MoreFinding a way to “bloom where we’re planted” has been tough during the era of pandemic. Yet with an adjustment to our expectations and a willingness to take root, it’s possible to become spectacular.
Read MoreHave you ever been told by the naysayers, "You can't, You don't, You aren't, You won't"? That negative mantra was imposed on me all my life by people with small minds (and hearts), and yet my life has been one of exceptions, providence and grace because I reached for the stars. Like in this story about how I got what I asked for, as outrageous as it sounded to others.
Read MoreIt seemed like every time I took my dog Otis for a walk, I found nails in the street. Most looked just like matchstick-size twigs. Thinking I was being a good citizen, I picked them up so no one would get hurt. But then I came to realize there was a message in finding those nails, one that I really needed to receive.
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