Short history of a writer: Began as a Jersey girl who left at 17 for university and fell in love with my best-and-always boyfriend. Grew to love the Midwest’s wide prairies and kind ways. But put me back on the East Coast and my heart chants home, home, home!
The landscapes of childhood are in us forever. The ancient oaks, the sea wind off the Atlantic, the Palisades: I remember I remember… in reverence and reverie.
On May 28th, we flew from Madison to LaGuardia with nary a predicted thunderstorm to mar our flight. Then a cab to our friends Liz and David’s glorious Soho digs. A thrilling new era had begun in the life of Dale M.
Next day, Jen, John, Jess and Troy, B and moi head to Katz’s deli (with a stop at the oldest pizzeria in NY) for pastrami on rye. Oi, the tumult! I’d forgotten. Oh, lost land of my youth!
Saturday evening: Here I am on 20th Street (thank you Mary Jaeger!) for designing this gorgeous shawl) on my way to the big book launch party.
So many cherished friends arrive, including my great Grand Central team and adored agent, Gail Hochman. Humbled by the realization that my book brings us together. A blessed thing!
The feast prepared by dear hosts Annie and Peter is sumptuously elegant. Foodies cry your eyes out. The toothpicks are from Paris.
A late night run dragging my overstuffed suitcase (I swear I WILL learn how to pack more efficiently) to Port Authority and a bus ride to New Paltz.
Here’s to the joy of making new friends.
