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Our Unforgettable Fathers

Fathers of daughters can make or break their girls' sense of worth, competency, confidence, ambition, ethics, zest for life, feminine appeal. Traditionally, they've served as bridges for their daughters into the wider world. Unless they totally blow it, they are their daughters' first loves.

My own father has been gone for twenty-five years, and I'd give anything to bring him back again. Charlie Karson -- actually, Charles Kirschon until an Ellis Island immigration official decided to Americanize his name -- walked this green earth for seventy-seven years. His original family constellation was complex: youngest child in a Russian Jewish family whose father left for America before he was born; son of a religiously devout mother who couldn't find her way to care for him; darling of his oldest sister Rivagolda, who pretty much raised him before he was spirited off with the youngest of his six siblings to join their father in the New World. 

As The History of My Body'…

Riding the Rails with Psyche

Sometimes a work of art comes along that changes your life. As a native Los Angelena, I find film a particularly powerful medium to effect that change. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, you’ve got what my daughter “in the industry” rates as an Academy Award-worthy movie and what scads of people can’t wait to talk about in their psychotherapy sessions. Motion pictures are both literally and metaphorically “moving images.” At their best, they bring the light of greater consciousness to those dark recess of emptiness and longing, violence and rage, envy and greed, sorrow and stuckness, anxiety and depression, and innumerable compulsions and obsessions that bedevil us odd creatures, blessed and cursed with the knowledge that, despite our best efforts, this glorious life we've been given is replete with limit and loss and we ourselves will one day die.

For me, The Railway Man is one of those sorts of masterpieces. It’s what some might call a small film, made on a relatively …

The Ides of March Aren't ALL Bad!

I'm delighted to be speaking and signing books this coming Saturday, March 15 - oh, those Ides! - at the Ruth B. Shannon Center for the Performing Arts Bookfaire at Whittier College. I hope you can join me!

Besides being, with the assassination of Caesar, the defining moment of the transition from the Roman Republic to the Empire, the Ides of March were celebrated in ancient days with the Feast of Anna Perenna, a celebration of wine, women…and wine and women. I can't promise you THAT sort of revelry, but there's sure to be laughter, joy, and perhaps even a ditty or two as seven of us authors regale you with riotous readings and tantalizing tales from the front lines of fiction and non-fiction. 

I've got all the information right here, so no excuses ~  shake a leg and shake your groove thing down to the campus, where Fleur might even share a little skip with you across the sunny quad. 

Meet the Authors & Bookfaire The Friends of the Shannon Center Meet the Authors &…