I have always loved to read. It did not come easily for me, being slightly dyslexic I had more of a struggle than my classmates. However, books were all around in my family, my grandparents and mother served as examples… Read More ›
Nancy Drew
The Colors in a Candlestick
My father was unusual amongst the other fathers of my day. For one thing, he was six feet tall, which for a child of Jewish immigrants was very tall. He towered over most of his peers. He was an accidental… Read More ›
Two Different Girls 