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Honored in Japan

A few days ago my publisher forwarded this email to me relating to Chiune Sugihara who was the Japanese Consul-General in Lithuania in 1939. I had published a book for middle-school-age kids called A Special Fate, Chiune Sugihara, Hero of the Holocaust about him. In defiance of orders from his own government, Sugihara had issued visas round-the-clock for twenty-nine(…)

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Singular friend

  Saluting my singular friend Rie on her birthday: Rie with her granddaughter, Zoe, on Hydra. Rie, Zoe and I. Walking the back road evermore.   TASHKENT PAGES – Anna Akhmatova I was with you in the mysterious gloom, Walking as if in no-man’s-land, But suddenly the crescent moon Skimmed like a diamond boat over the(…)

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Ants in my bed

One ant, two ants, three ants four, My bed is their grocery store, Five ants, six ants, seven ants, eight, They are swarming on my duvet.* (*author unknown) I would (of course) have been able to guess that ants would be attracted to Loukoumades (honey puffs). Surely. But not Cretan Dakos (rusks w. tomato, feta, oregano, olive oil) or Briami (baked(…)

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Guest: Part II of II — Ruins

Part II: Ruins on the Mountain When the Canadian poet (not yet a novelist, not yet a musical sensation) Leonard Cohen came to Hydra in 1960 and bought a home there, he attempted to inveigle himself into Ghikas’s villa by means of his slim connection to Jacob Rothschild, whom he had recently met in London.(…)

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Guest: Part I of II – Ruins

Guest: Part I of II – Ruins

  I’ve a long, rich association with the author of this post, Helle Valborg Goldman. It’s a pleasure to welcome her as my first invited guest. She’s a kindred spirit, always was, always will be. Helle has been mulling over long form ideas relating to the atmospheric, mythic Isle of Hydra, Greece, where our families met, got close and where I(…)

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This place

If you dropped your wallet in the central square, it would still be there the following day; untouched, including contents. Someone I haven’t seen in years sits at the next café table. Without fanfare, we resume a conversation begun in 1985. A bakery, once new, is known as the Old New Bakery. The more recent, the New(…)

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Why we need schmaltz

At the movies, needing a good cry: Random Harvest, 1942, with Ronald Coleman and Greer Garson. War-addled Charles, an English officer, has amnesia. He’s in a sanatorium. An orderly forgets to lock a door on the day World War I ends and Charles wanders out into the world. He is drawn into a cabaret during a celebratory performance and taken under the wing of Paula,(…)

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