Not Labor Days

My biker guy, who rode 88 miles for Dana Farber in Massachusetts, rode the Pacific waves in Santa Monica on a boogie board. I boogied in the pool. Babysitting our favorite charges and hanging out with them and their folks filled us up more. So much laughter. So much love. As Cole Porter put it, “What a swell party it was!”

In between and on the plane, I read. “The Fault in our Stars” got me. And sticks. I discovered and flipped over author, John Green, watching his “60 Minutes” interview. Talk about empathic. Courageous. Talk about a poignant, funny book with terrific characters. It’s a beautiful story about love, choices, family, friendship, illness, our common humanity, death, everything. Jonathan loved it, too. Green’s enormous following is so well-deserved. Never mind the label “YA novel.” Never mind any labels, but that’s a whole other story.

Now I’m writing, revising, and revising some more.

I’m excited to resume teaching my Wednesday night class of advanced writers—longtime and new--and offer a new 2-session New School workshop October 19 and October 26. Here’s the registration link if you’re looking for an inspiring class and live nearby. (Link). I’m excited, too, about Writers’ Night at Kasteli’s Café Sept. 9. I’ll read a 10-minute section from my play. Stephanie Hart and Mindy Greenstein, two dear friends and great writers, who'll be reading their own work, will be taking part in mine. Join us.