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 MoreWhen my mother passed away, her sister, my Aunt Mary, stepped in and became a nurturer to me. Then, the miraculous happened. I found my daughter who looks stunningly like my mother.
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 MoreBeing an outsider is never easy, especially if your life begins (or ends) that way. There are many reasons for alienation and disenfranchisement, but what makes anyone an outsider is that we are different..
Read MoreLos Angeles, 1971 - Wrong place, wrong time. We only stopped by Wally’s house for a drink of water, but a few minutes after he let us in, the police got there too.
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