When I moved to Italy, I traveled light, selective about the contents I’d be carrying in only two suitcases. Yet, a small glass dish, the kind that holds jewelry or coins, made the cut. I couldn’t resist the call of the six-words that covered its surface. WHY NOT HAVE A BIG LIFE? Safely sandwiched... Continue Reading →
Second Guessing . . .
I receive an email from my publicist, Jori. She has attached the back cover copy for my upcoming memoir. I recognize the words; I had written most of them. But whittling down my three-hundred-page story to an enticing paragraph was difficult. My effort was bland, and kind of boring. I knew Jori would make the... Continue Reading →
