Peaks and Valleys

Peaks and Valleys

A writer's life is a sedentary version of a "free solo." And if that sounds strange, then I'm guessing you aren't spending your days in the pursuit of the often illusive writing success. A publication, any publication, is the lifeblood of a writer. And sometimes we...

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Why I love the Public Library

Why I love the Public Library

  ALL SIX COPIES ARE IN USE! Thanks to my readers ~~ As a writer and reader, I depend on my public library - for academic publications I wouldn't otherwise have access to, for rare out of print finds that still (thankfully) linger on shelves, for the amazing...

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Glamour in the Pines

Glamour in the Pines

The old Slape mansion (in need of a refurb) on the lake in my New Jersey hometown, was the inspiration for the Ashworth mansion in my novel, ITALIAN LOVE CAKE.   Pictured here in 1952, before my aunt and uncle bought it.

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Glamour in the Pines

Glamour in the Pines

Heading to a wedding. From left: my grandmother, Anna Renzi, Aunt Helen, and Mom, all in white.  Who said we never dressed up in our small rural town?   ______ We liked to dress up. Here, with a very suntanned Aunt Maddy in the guest bedroom of her house that...

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In the Shadow of Vesuvius

In the Shadow of Vesuvius

As the story goes, my Neapolitan great grandfather, Carmine Rodio, was bullied mercilessly at school, and soon became a disciplinary problem. One day he whacked the bully in the head with a shovel and injured him. How badly we don't know. Carmine was a young teenager...

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Novel Inspiration

Novel Inspiration

Writing  ITALIAN LOVE CAKE, I felt compelled to recreate the life of an Italian-American woman in the 1930s. Often I imagined my grandmother, but really I drew from the lives of many women, my mother, aunt, and grandmothers. I reflected on my own life as a young girl...

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Gigging Frogs

Gigging Frogs

It was a warm night with fire flies lighting like stars, and they swirled around me, waist high, as if I were a giant. Dad came outside and asked me if I wanted to gig some frogs. I said I did, even though I didn’t know what gigging was.   Ransom’s pond was a...

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My Connections to Andy Warhol

My Connections to Andy Warhol

  "WANTING WARHOL: My Connections to Andy Warhol" HERE:  https://catamaranliteraryreader.com/all-nonfiction   As Kathy Acker wrote: "The world is gray afterbirth. Fake. All of New York City is fake is going to go all my friends are going crazy all my friends...

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