Category Archives: The Summer of Capri

I just re-read the first six chapters of my novel, which is still waiting to be born, and I am committed to working on it, to having a full draft by the end of the year. After all, the whole … Continue reading →

There was parking right in front of Erma Black’s brownstone on Macon Street. I perfectly parallel parked the Camry. I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Black came to the door and opened it. “Thanks for coming,” she said, wiping her … Continue reading →

Ernest and I emerged on to Court Street, merged right into the lunch hour traffic of people. I spied him looking across the street at Brooklyn Supreme Court. I looked over, at the revolving doors, saw people passing through them. … Continue reading →

It was 800 hours and I was seated at my desk in my office. There’s a 5” x 7” photo of Mikoon my desk, right near my monitor, which she had placed there as a final, finishing touch, as she … Continue reading →

Back out on Fulton Street, in front of the building owned by Children Are Our Future, a few young women case workers were gathered, smoking and chatting – mostly venting about birth mothers and foster mothers. They both were driving … Continue reading →

     I exited the office building on Court Street, paused briefly to gather my bearings and take in my surroundings.  It was well after noon and the lunch hour crowd buzzed by me, walking fast and furiously, some purposely.  I … Continue reading →

             I was sitting in my small office in downtown Brooklyn on Court Street when the buzzer buzzed.  It didn’t annoy me, as the solitary fly had been for the past hour, buzzing by my ears, nose, and eyes.  It … Continue reading →

The late great Bill Webber, President Emeritus of New York Theological Seminary, once told me that the closest a man comes to experiencing giving birth is writing a book.  Therefore, I wasn’t surprised that it took me nine months to … Continue reading →

I believe I can fly! Work on the novel is going well.  Just wrote a scene, a flashback.  The main character, Alexander Jones, a P.I., is thinking about his brother, killed in a gang war in the mid-’70s.