Gratitude is part of my daily routine, but on Thanksgiving and this year, on a Thanksgiving that coincides with Hanukkah, I’m especially grateful for my family history. Several generations back, my ancestors left lives and livelihoods behind for a better deal in America. I’m grateful for that, because between the cossacks’ pogroms and Hitler, who knows if I’d even be around to write these words?
Perhaps that’s why I find immigrant stories so compelling. Here are a few of my favorites. Continue reading “Happy Thanksgiving: My Favorite Immigrant Stories”
Randy (Random Number Generator) and I have just chosen the winners from each stop on my recent virtual blog tour for Sliding Past Vertical. One commenter from each participating blog wins a copy of Drawing Breath; the overall winner from all the commenters wins a $30 Amazon gift card, just in time for holiday shopping.
Here are the e-book winners:
And…drumroll, please…the winner of the $30 Amazon gift card is…
Congratulations to our winners! Thank you to everyone for stopping by during the tour and thank you to Goddess Fish Promotions for throwing the party. They make the best margaritas… 😀
Happy Friday, everyone! I’m excited that Sliding Past Vertical is about to go on tour—well, a virtual tour—and that these lovely blogs have agreed to host me. We’ll have a mix of interviews, reviews, and short articles. I hope you’ll stop by and leave the blog owners a like or a comment for being so nice. Especially a comment, because that’s how you can win stuff. I’ll be giving away an e-copy of Drawing Breath at each stop (And maybe some extra goodies.) At the end, I’ll draw from all comments for one winner of a $30 Amazon gift card: just in time for holiday shopping. I’m looking forward to seeing you!
Monday, November 18: Zee Monodee – Author’s Corner
Tuesday, November 19: Deal Sharing Aunt
Wednesday, November 20: Straight from the Library
Thursday, November 21: Musings and Ramblings
Friday, November 22: Long and Short Reviews
Fifteen years ago this month, my husband and I moved out of the tiny apartment we’d overgrown and into our own house. I hesitate to write that we’d “taken possession” of it, because technically it’s the bank’s house and they’ve been generous enough to let us live here. What excited me most about home ownership? Not that we’d finally have room for all of our stuff. Not that I could go crazy landscaping or putting up an herb garden. Not that we had the ability to knock out walls, which we haven’t, or paint them in colors not synonymous with “off white,” which we have.
No. Continue reading “A Room of One’s Own”