Everybody has a story.

Holding a cousin, circa 1965

Mine begins in New York City in the 1960’s where I grew up a working class child of Holocaust survivors and refugees. I was surrounded with the stories of my family and the families of my friends, mostly immigrants from all over the world. No wonder I began writing when I was just seven years old. And no wonder most of the stories I wrote told of ghosts and scary things that happen to ordinary people.

Through the years, I continued to write short stories that I shared with no one; but I did publish many articles for educators based on my experiences in the classroom. And I did hone my writing skills by running writing workshops with my students, who ranged in age from five to twenty-five. Once I retired from teaching, I began to write full time. Literally the day after I retired.

The first novel, Woven: Six Stories, One Epic Journey, flooded out of me onto the keyboard. It had been waiting not very patiently in the wings and I got the first draft done in a few months. My second novel, Sonder: Janie’s Story, happened without planning. Janie just would not let me rest until I shared her tale. My most recent book, Seeing is Believing returns me to my early days of telling stories about extraordinary things that happen to ordinary people.

With siblings and cousin, circa 1966