About Alison Leslie Gold

Posts by Alison Leslie Gold:

Gum on my shoe

I’ve begun a new book. It’s theme is very heavy and dark. Irrespective of promises made (to myself and others) to lighten up, I can’t seem to do so. At least not with work. Only gravitas engulfs me – provides me with raison d’être. Where do you find your ideas, I’ve been asked many times. Ideas are like gum. I’ve(…)


Page – Clairvoyant

… “He’s about as sincere as a jellyfish; as an ironing board,” I said about my doctor to Pierre. Being a Jew, Pierre had been made to wear a yellow star. Blackouts became common. Often in the dark I saw blue-and-white-check carpet slippers shuffle toward me. A ring-encrusted hand would reach out of the darkness(…)



The new khaki jeans I spied at an Army-Navy-type place on 7th Avenue (unbeknownst to me) buttoned below (not at or above) the waist; otherwise they fit like a dream. I grabbed s pair in my size, paid up, went home, slipped them on, felt great. As I am way overdue with refreshing my wardrobe one item at a time, with these jeans, I(…)


Page 10 – “Lost and Found”

… Natalie Wood, wearing a belted raincoat with upturned collar, was standing in the elevator when the door opened. But because my neighbor had not finished talking, I could not get on and the door slid shut, taking Natalie Wood downstairs to the wet street   Dear Aleksy Nowak, Thanks for your efforts. Miep’s birthday(…)


No escaping politics

Window? Please. *I cozy into the window seat, close my eyes. Finally, I’ve gotten away from constant (corrosive) talk of politics for a few days. I’ve taken Amtrak’s Lake Shore Limited. Tomorrow morning, in Chicago, I’ll walk over to the Art Institute, have a look, have lunch, then catch the Southwest Chief for Los Angeles. I’m counting(…)


Page 100 – A Special Fate, Chiune Sugihara, Hero of the Holocaust

… They arrived in Prague, Czechoslovakia, by train. The consulate was an old, rococo building on the Moldau River. the interior was luxuriously furnished and had a grand crystal chandelier. Several rooms were lined with Japanese silk, one contained silver decorations, two others contained gold decorations. As soon as he was settled, Sugihara was ordered to(…)



Only one of the many tomato plants growing all summer in my little garden-patch has ripened – the rest remain green. Granted the unripened are beautiful, photogenic shades of lime-green, grape-green, Moldovan-green, but green is not red is not ripe. Whose failure is it: Mother Nature? The sun or lack of? Could it be that a my tomato plants were strangled by morning(…)


Page 100 – Love in the Second Act

“I feel like a virgin”  In Greece, I travel to a house on a small island I’ve visited again and again through the years.The light beguiles. On my way back from a swim—yes, the  swimming  goes on into  December sometimes—I pass a man and a woman  I’ve casually known for many years—Maggie Martin, a former dancer originally from Jamaica,(…)