Archive for August, 2014


Sunday, August 31st, 2014

Hi, Dear friends and loyal readers,

It has been a while since I have posted, and I am sorry for that. As usual, I have been busy. Yes, I know what you are thinking. When you are officially retired as I am, shouldn’t you have all the time in the world? Well, the answer is a resounding NO. There are always many things that have to be done, and they don’t go away just because you are not working at the position you have had most of your life. In fact, often responsibilities remain the same or even increase.

This evening I want to talk about Labor Day, not so much THIS Labor Day, but memories of Labor Day when I was between the ages of nine and eleven in the 1950’s. Those were special years to me, just as they were to my sister, parents, cousins, aunts and uncles, as well as my paternal grandparents. In today’s blog I will tell you why.

My family, including all of the above, lived in Rockaway Beach during the summers at my grandmother’s rooming house. To the children, it was much more than just a place to go during the summer, where the beach would be a block away, and we could get away from the city heat in an era where air conditioning was not yet prevalent. No, the summer was filled with excitement and adventure for the children.

We did not have Disneyland or Disney World then, but we did have Rockaway’s Playland, a wonderland to us kids, to which my father took us several times during the summer. I remember, not only the diversity of rides, but the special features of this venue like The Fun House, Davey Jones’ Locker, and others a little too dark and frightening for me at that age, I admit.

However, two of the most fun-filled parts of the summer at Rockaway Beach were the Fourth of July and the Labor Day parties. As a little girl, I thought they were really special, and nothing could be moreso than being allowed to stay up past my bedtime so that I could eat, dance and enjoy the festivities. I must say that my parents were rather permissive when it came to these special occasions.

I remember the food, of course. Never did the cold cuts taste as fresh and delicious as they did at the two holiday parties. And the potato salad and cole slaw! My grandmother and a few of the other elderly ladies at the rooming house made their own salads, which were the best that I have ever eaten before and since. I still remember the huge vats in which they mixed the cabbage, the mayonnaise, the carrots, etc. for the cole slaw, and for the potato salad, the cutting of the potatoes, again the mayonnaise and the condiments that made these salads unique.

Of course, I loved the soft drinks and later the desserts, including my favorite cakes and pies, but I have very fond memories of the dancing, often to a live orchestra, that lasted all evening. Someone always knew someone who played in a band that we could hire for the evening.

I remember dancing with my cousin, who is a year younger than I am, and at that time a little shorter. (Who was to know that just a few years later, he would tower over me?) The nights were always perfect as far as the temperature. My cotton party dress and dress-up shoes always felt so special to me, and I remember how my hair had been set in pin curls all morning so that it could be combed out into a splendid bouffant hairdo. I felt pretty and pampered, enjoying an evening of mystery, wonder and excitement.

Labor Days have come and gone over the years, but those special ones in the 1950’s: they were the sweetest and the most memorable. It was an era where a special party could make a little girl feel like a princess.

However you celebrate the unofficial end of summer, I hope that you have a wonderful, safe and memorable weekend with your family and friends! Until the next post,



Monday, August 4th, 2014

It is the middle of summer now, and many of us are itching to escape from the humdrum rut that we are in and enter a world of excitement, romance and adventure. We don’t want a very long book because our leisure time is limited and well-guarded, but we do want something attention-getting, easy to get into and a page-turner.

My novel, “Escape From the Maelstrom,” is all of these and a lot more. In fact, if you sit around the pool of your vacation resort for just a few hours, you will immediately “suspend disbelief”, enter the world of intrigue in 1912 and quickly find your way to the end of the novel, even before the second Martini.

Why does the novel draw you in? First, it is alluring. From the first line, you enter the web of the Romanovs as you identify with the protagonist, Karina, who is being chased through the streets of early twentieth century Moscow for doing nothing except being the wife of Dimitri, himself recently killed for being a distant relative of the Russian royal family of 1912 Russia. Where is Karina to go? Will she ever lose the sentinel who is chasing her through the crowded Moscow streets?

Karina’s life is not over, however. The underground changes her identity and provides a place for her to stay until she can be transported to safety in America.

Romance enters into the picture as Karina becomes Aleksandria and meets an unusual older man who wants little more than to love her and take care of her.

But Karina (aka Aleksandria) must prove her own strength and worth as she must care for three others as they attempt to flee Russia and start a new life. Will she be brave enough to be the protector rather than the protected? Are survival and real happiness in her future, or are her hopes and dreams to be dashed to pieces on her ocean voyage to freedom?

Buy a copy of “Escape from the Maelstrom” at Amazon or Barnes & Nobles, and the answers will be as clear as crystal and as satisfying as only a well-written novel can be.

I wish I could buy the book for you and send it to you personally, but, unfortunately, I cannot. So I hope you will click on one of the above websites and order the novel for yourself. Enjoy it, along with your vacation or perhaps a free evening or weekend, at which time you can’t wait to enjoy a new and exhilarating novel.

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Until the next time,