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Saturday’s world premiere of the piano concerto John Williams wrote for Emanuel Ax.

It was a shipboard romance destined to fail. Or was it? Little Bird releases August 15. Pre-order now at Amazon, Bookshop and Sibylline press. #littlebirdnovel #womensfiction #immigrationstories #historicalfiction #Jewishfiction #WFWA #sibyllinepress #sibyllinedigitalfirst

How lucky I am to have seen the exhilarating world premiere of Sarasota Ballet’s “Lorenz Butterfly.” #sarasotaballet #jacobspillowdancefestival

Sunday afternoon at Tanglewood. How can I help you? #BSO #Tanglewood #BSAV

Fannie had to leave her beloved Mama behind how would she manage without her? Little Bird: A Novel available this August #womensfiction #booksky #historicalfiction #Jewishfiction #sibyllinepress @littlebirdnovel.com

Love women’s stories and women writers! #wfwa #womensficrion #sibyllinepress @littlebirdnovel.com

Walking along the lake, the detritus of last year’s season is strewn on the beach. Can’t wait to hear children’s laughter again.

Rewarding myself with fabulous novels.

Great read!

Sonia Pilcer’s author talk was full of surprises. She described a rewarding personal relationship with AI that has reawakened her creativity and enabled her to write again.

It’s not just the coffee, but the message that’s getting me started this morning.

The Moynihan Train Hall is digital- I don’t miss the “little flippy things” at Penn Station

“That Librarian.” My book club discussed That Librarian by Amanda Jones this week. We talked about the fact that any librarian could be attacked for political, not professional reasons. We didn’t know Dr. Carla Hayden was next.

Haiku Whipped off their branches Scattered by a passing storm Tears mix with raindrops

Star Awards Proud to be a judge for the Women’s Fiction Writers Association 2025 Star Awards. Great novels, hard to rate them. #WFWA #STARAWARDS

Haiku The first sign of green And he’s ready to forage Waiting greedily

Haiku Not quite time to plant The threat of frost still lingers I’ve been fooled before

Haiku The wait seems endless But every sunny day Brings blossoms closer

Haiku Artists imagine Transform the ordinary Transcend the mundane

Tanka Dare I hope flowers Will blossom again this year As expected, or Will they withhold their beauty From an undeserving world

Haiku Women sit, hours on end Separating stems from leaves It’s always women.

Haiku Notice the windows Misaligned to hide the truth Of hidden worship

Tanka Bicycle, flowers, Tiled sidewalk, photo op On a city street. Just coincidence, or staged To delight the passersby?

Haiku Other crops may fail Taro survives, sustaining The hungry masses

Haiku A treasure flower To remind us hope triumphs On the coldest day

Haiku Unlikely colors For discriminating guests Avian hotel

Haiku A fortress of sand Rises high above the path Beyond is the sea

Haiku Family outing Mother provides directions Her job never done

Haiku Primary colors Brighten the intersection Stop to admire them.

Haiku Metal grids overlap View from a city window Hidden from the street

Haiku Colorful rain boots Brightening a dreary day Not meant for indoors

Haiku While the house decays Cactus thrives on the rooftop New flowers still bloom

Haiku Undulating waves Mirroring the nearby sea Soft green ocean

Haiku Pristine black sand beach Spoiled by piles of garbage So much ugliness

Haiku When brave sailors tell their tragic tales of the sea They sing of lost loves

Haiku It’s universal. The need to write “I was here,” to say “I matter.”

Haiku Their love forbidden Two stones for eternity The young are warned

Haiku And the rainbow came An arc of fleeting color Piercing the blue sky

Haiku Chairs look out to sea Empty in a rainy day Waiting for rainbows

Haiku The season arrives Announcing itself proudly In living color

Haiku A new season comes Slowly, then bursts overnight The morning brings hope

Haiku Those below wonder Who arrives and who departs? Can I fly away?

Haiku We buried sacred Texts in hallowed ground. Today truth just disappears.

Haiku Look. Listen closely. Clouds swirl, hearts beat unnoticed Within the stillness.

Haiku No need to give up There’s always another way To find the answers

Haiku The convergence is An optical illusion The beauty is real

Haiku Listen up, my friends We are in this together It’s time to rise up