10 Important Questions To Ask on Thanksgiving

thanks1  We shouldn’t wait 364 days each year to give thanks. Don’t you think Thanksgiving could be incorporated into our routine each day?

Here are a couple of questions you can ask yourself every day:

1.When you wake up in the morning, do you say thanks for another day? Important to go from, “Oh, God, it’s morning,” to “Good, God, it’s morning.”

2.  Do you say thanks for the basic things? Not necessarily the things you want, but the things you need? Those are the very things we take for granted. Food in our bellies, a roof over our heads, brains that function, limbs that move?

3. Do you try to substitute positive thoughts for negative ones? Move from resentment to acceptance? Which means also—as hard as it is—saying prayers for those we resent? I know this sounds almost impossible, but it truly works.

4. Do you try to pass on a kindness each day? A sincere hello to the supermarket cashier? The traffic policeman? The person making your coffee?

5. Do you refrain from gossip? Do you zip the lip instead of criticize? Our sphere of influence is only the circumference of our arms. Everything outside of our personal space is not our business.

6. Do you avoid the PLOM’s (Poor Little Old Me)? Remember that self-pity is a parasite on our mind and heart. It drains us of our energy. There is always, always, always something we can do to improve our situation, even if only a wee bit.

7. Do you try a new behavior? Instead of manipulating to get something you want, can you try asking directly? Or doing something for the other person first? Remember, if you want generosity, let’s say, or courtesy, from someone else, you must be the first person to give it away.

8. Do you remind yourself that you don’t have to do everything perfectly? Actually, you don’t have to do anything perfectly. You just have to do things. Try to start doing something badly, just to get into the habit.

9. Do you give people the benefit of the doubt? I wrote about my mistake at not doing that here.

10. Do you go over your day right before you go to sleep and say thank you for all the small things that add up to the big things? The minor stuff is really the major stuff. It is all we have.

Let’s make each day a day to give thanks, a Thanksgiving Day.

Here is the answer to why turkeys are called turkeys. And here is from the Israel Christian Embassy in Jerusalem about how volunteer soldiers in the Israeli Army celebrate Thanksgiving.

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Writers Alice Hoffman and Jillian Cantor: On Writing What We Don’t Know

alice hI I was honored to be one of the speakers along with two amazing writers, Alice Hoffman, who recently published The Marriage of Opposites, and Jillian Cantor, author of The Hours Count at a luncheon with more than 450 women in Boca West Country Club, sponsored by the Adolph and Rose Levis Jewish Community Center in Boca Raton, FL.

Here is what I learned from Cantor and Hoffman about writing. First, Jillian Cantor’s newest novel is about a fictionalized neighbor of Ethel and Julius Rosenberg, two Americans executed for conspiring to pass atomic secrets to Russia during the Cold War. Ethel wasexecuted, Jillian pointed out, on flimsy charges brought by Ethel’s brother, who recanted his testimony before he died. Jillian shared that she had researched that era of the early 1950’s, and then relied on her imagination.

I was inspired by the idea that writers of historical fiction (well, any kind of fiction) must stick to the truth but then must stick to their own truth. Poetic license also means that writers have to rely on historical facts and then imagine and invent. Jillian got the idea for the story when she read Ethel Rosenberg’s last letter to her young sons, then six and ten, in which she stressed her innocence. . . (I will be interviewing Jillian for this blog in a few weeks, so stay tuned.)

Alice Hoffman said that she loved reading when she was younger; in order for her to read the stories she wanted she had to write them. She stressed that she prefers to write what she doesn’t know. She uses writing to answer questions.

Hoffman’s latest novel is based on the story of Rachel Pisarro, the mother of Camille Pisarro, the father of Impressionism, who lived in a small refugee community of Jews who escaped the Inquisition and moved to St. Thomas in the early 1800’s. There is not much historical information about Rachel Pisarro;Hoffman breathed details into her story. She said it was the same way she wrote The Dovekeepers, imagining the world of women on Masada in about 73 CE, right after the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem.

Speaking of the Inquisition, the director of the Levis Jewish Community Center’s educational programs, Susana Flaum, told me a story that took place in her hometown of Medellin, Colombia. Susana’s aunt, who was member of the hevra kadisha, the local burial circle in Medellin had received a call one day from someone who explained that a woman named Maria Isabel Rodriguez had died. In her will, she requested that the burial circle take care of her. Nobody knew that this woman was a Marrano, a secret Jew, whose ancestors had also fled the Inquisition. She had hidden this secret from her family until after she died.

I shared Susana’s story when I spoke about the hidden gems found in the burial circle rituals and why it is so powerful. Nobody had written a novel about women in a hevra kadisha and that was how I came to write A Remarkable Kindness.

So now it is three weeks since I have been on the road, sharing stories about my writing and my life in South Bend and Munster Indiana; Benton Harbor, Michigan; San Antonio, TX; Omaha, NE; Batavia, IL; West Des Moines, Iowa; Providence, RI; Glen Cove, NY; and finally, Boca Raton, FL. I met some wonderful people and thank everyone who hosted me and shared their own stories.

Books are the symbols of liberty. They were burned during Kristallnacht in Nazi Germany. Just thinking about what happened in Paris by Islamic terrorists who are against free speech and writing–especially women writing and speaking their truth–makes me more aware of how vital it is for writers to keep writing and readers to keep reading.

Thank you!

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On the Road: Book Tour November 2015

Yes, I can still do this. Maybe. Um...I don't think so.

Yes, I can still do this. Maybe. Um…I don’t think so.

I am now in San Antonio on my tour for A REMARKABLE KINDNESS. The response has been fabulous. People are quite excited to read the book and hear about how I wrote it.

I am sharing the message of the dragon fly who flits from animal to animal, trying to find someone to celebrate with. But each animal is grumpy and complaining about something. Why are you so happy? a pig scratching itself on a post asks.

“Because I only get to live for one day.”

I don’t know if that is true for dragon flies, but I do undertand the lesson. We are only here for one day, as far as we know, this day is all we have. And the photo above is taken from my article that just appeared in kveller.com. You can go to the site here: http://www.kveller.com/why-im-glad-my-mom-let-me-grow-up-a-tomboy/

Next stop: OMAHA. Join me at the Bookworm on November 4 at 7 PM.

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Tool For Tuesday: The One Percent Wrong Rule.

The Case of the Coffee Spoon: The One Percent Wrong Rule.

The Case of the Coffee Spoon: The One Percent Wrong Rule.

Oh yeah, I was so right. Totally right about what happened. This guy was wrong and I was right.

“One hundred percent right?” my friend Joelle asked me. “You’re sure you are 100 percent right?”

Aw…I had to think about it. I had to admit that I might have been one percent wrong. Yes, maybe I was 99 percent right and 1 percent wrong.

So there you have it. I had to own up to that one percent. I still had to make amends for that one percent wrong, even if the other guy was far wronger (is that a word?) than me.

That is the reason there is a photo of the dirty spoon because my husband Jonny kept telling me not to leave my coffee spoon there. I kept saying, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” and still forgetting to put it away. I realize that I want other people to change–like NOW–but look how hard it is to change myself!

So I need to practice forgiveness…first for myself…and then for others.

Tool For Tuesday: Make this day part of your best chapter by admitting that one percent where you might be in the wrong. Once we keep an open mind about our own behavior, once we practice honesty, we can forgive others–and ourselves. It ain’t so bad being human.

And while we’re not on the subject. If any of you are in these places, I cordially invite you to come to an event.

Fall Tour Schedule & Appearances for A REMARKABLE KINDNESS

Friday October 30

Temple B’nai Shalom

2050 Broadway

Benton Harbor, MI



Tuesday, November 3


12500 NW Military Hwy. 

San Antonio, TX 78231


Book Talk & Signing

Wednesday, November 4

The Bookworm

2501 South 90th Street, Suite 111
Omaha, NE 68124


Book Talk & Signing


Thursday, November 5

Kripke Jewish Federation Library

Omaha Jewish Community Center

Omaha, NE


Book Talk & Signing


Monday, November 9


101 Jordan Creek Pkwy #12170

West Des Moines, IA 


Book Talk & Signing

Wednesday, November 11

Jewish Community Center

       585 Progress Ave.

      Munster, IN  46321           


Book Talk & Signing

Thursday, November 12

Books on the Square

471 Angell St.

Providence, RI 02906


Book Talk & Signing


Sunday, November 15

Congregation Tifereth Israel

        40 Hill Street

          Glen Cove, NY


Book Talk & Signing


Tuesday, November 17

Boca West Country Club

Boca Raton, FL

Authors’ Luncheon


Book Talk & Signing

Got 90 seconds? Watch the book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9PAbb4S2ig

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Spiritual Lessons of An Olive Tree


Up in the olive tree. 

It’s olive-picking season in our backyard. We have one olive tree. When we moved in to this house in 1994, someone told us the tree was sick and we should cut it down. We cut the trunk down and left the stump and voila! Out of the stump grew new beautiful branches. The olive tree had a will to live and grew again, even more beautiful and hardy than last time.

What’s the lesson? Sometimes we have to get rid of the unnecessary baggage that we’re schlepping around inside us to promote new growth.

Olive trees can live thousands of years…so it’s never too late for us! We sometimes have to stop and take stock and raise our level of awareness. Accepting a situation as it is does not mean that we approve of it, just that we accept it is what it is. Then we can decide what to do about it. We can change, try something new, experiment, step out of our comfort zone, take a risk, take a chance, make that move, change our minds, end something that isn’t working, start another, begin again and again and again and always hold onto hope. 

I tried to find a good quote about olive trees and could not so I better make one up. I am open to suggestions. What is yours? Here is mine: Be like an olive tree: plant yourself with strong roots, let your branches sway in the wind, and give of yourself generously.

Here is my acronym for hope: Hang Onto Prayers Everybody. Especially now in the Middle East when things look so grim…We have to keep praying up. The miracle is always just around the corner.

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Top 11 Jewish Quotes for Writers: What Kept Me Writing My Novel, “A Remarkable Kindness”

Pen, paper and a cup of coffee--that's all you need!

Pen, paper and a cup of coffee–that’s all you need!

This post appeared on the Jewish Book Council website and I wanted to share it for all of you who are looking for some inspiring words about writing our best chapter–and living it. I turned to these quotes while writing A Remarkable Kindness. Actually, I turned to these quotes when I was not writing the novel…when I felt stuck. Here it is:

I treat my office like a high school hallway. All over my walls are inspirational quotes to keep me going. Writing is a lonely task: it’s being the Sisyphus of sentences. Every now and then, I pretend to invite imaginary cheerleaders (including my best friend’s daughter) to my office before I sit down to write, with them cheering, “You can do it! Go… WRITE!”

What follows are the top thirteen inspirational Jewish quotes I turn to when I feel like I’ve fallen down that deep, dark chute of writing nothingness.

“In knowing who you are and writing from it, you will help the world by giving it understanding.” — Natalie Goldberg

“Surprising things can happen when you start to pray…” — Jacqueline Osherow

“Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, Grow, grow.” — The Talmud

“Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand.” — Baruch Spinoza

“In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.” — Albert Einstein

“Two strides across, the rest is dark…Life is a fleeting question mark…” — Hannah Senesh

“You become a writer because you need to become a writer. Nothing else.” — Grace Paley

“Take your life into your own hands…” — Erica Jong

“Pessimism is a luxury that a Jew can never allow himself.” — Golda Meir

“Had I not fallen, I would not have arisen. Had I not been subject to darkness, I could not have seen the light.” — Midrash

“If we survived Pharoah, we’ll survive this.” — Meir Arieli

What’s the message? We can–we must–live our own lives as best as we can. The writing blooms the more we live.

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Yom Kippur Lessons from My Quirky Jewish Mother

Here’s an article that I wanted to post for those of you who don’t see my FB page from Kveller.com

Yom Kippur Lessons from My Quirky Jewish Mother

My mother died on the morning right before Yom Kippur two years ago, and my sister and I were not at all surprised. Irreverent, quirky, and eccentric, my mother always kvetched about Yom Kippur and would have done anything to miss it. Dying right before the fast day, the holiest day of the Jewish year, meant my mother was up to her old tricks until the very end.

It wasn’t because she was anti-Jewish; she was fiercely Jewish, but she’d made up her own brand of Judaism. She always said that Jews should never apologize to God: God should apologize to the Jews. On Yom Kippur, instead of following a traditional fast, she sat at the kitchen table all day as if on guard, manning the telephone, reading the newspaper, and watching the news on TV in case something bad happened, primarily to her people. A first-generation American, she rebelled against her Polish-born mother’s traditions because she viewed them as a blend of superstitions and limitations. Yet she was still was my best teacher when it came to understanding what being a Jew was all about. To my sister, Cynthia, and me, she passed on an enormous sense of pride. Freud was Jewish! Ralph Lauren was Jewish! All the really talented people on “Saturday Night Live were Jewish!


On Sunday mornings, armed with a cup of her strong, black coffee from her Corning Ware percolator that seemed about as ancient as the Dead Sea Scrolls, a sesame bagel with the insides pulled out and a cigarette burning, she’d comb the Style Section of The New York Times, studying the names and faces in every wedding announcement, making her own calculations. She counted how many Jews she thought were lost (if the couple was married by an officiating minister), who was gained (if there was only a rabbi) or if it was a tie (both a minister and a rabbi or a judge).

When Yom Kippur rolled around each autumn, her anger at God was re-ignited. On a macro scale, God let Hitler get away with the Holocaust; on a micro level, God caused her father to die of a heart attack when she was five, forcing my grandmother to raise five children on her own in the Bronx. Despite her outrage, my mother still trooped into the kitchen and followed my grandmother’s recipes for brisket, stuffed cabbage, matzah ball soup with matzah balls so light they defied gravity, and kasha varnishes. But she cooked while doing a dozen other things, so Cynthia and I held contests each holiday about who found the oddest item in her dishes: besides the usual stray hairs, we discovered cigarette ashes, a fake fingernail and a rubber band.

My mother claimed her belonging to a people who had lost so much to the world and who, despite it all, gave so much back to the world. She was convinced that a Jew’s inheritance was the task of setting things right, and took Cynthia and me out of school to attend demonstrations and marches for civil rights and liberal causes. There’s a Jewish saying, “if you save one life, you save the world,” and my mother taught me that with just your own life, you can try to at least improve something.

With her pulse on Jewish American culture, she offered her scathing critiques to anyone who happened to be within the circumference of her cigarette smoke. She railed against the stereotypes of the Jewish Mother and the Jewish American Princess because she sensed, far earlier than most social commentators, that these caricatures of Jewish women would push Jewish men away from Jewish women. Intermarriage statistics proved her right. That Jewish men laughed at Jewish women, distancing themselves, outraged her: she taught me that words have power.

READ: The Jewish Take on Donating Organs & Why My Dad’s Death Is a Gift

She wasn’t too thrilled (to put it mildly) when I picked up and moved from New York to Israel, leaving her behind, even though she was the one who sent me to Israel when I was 16 in the first place. She ranted each time she called me, but she still paid for my four kids and me to fly back to visit her each summer. What was the lesson? You can—you must—rail against what is bashert, or fated for you, and then you have to do whatever you can to make things better.

The last conversation I had with her was right before she slipped into unconsciousness, the night before I flew back to New York to be with her. Cynthia—who took care of her better than the best of caretakers in her house—had set up Skype for her and I got to see her in her favorite armchair, the whirl of her oxygen machine stopping only so that she could smoke another cigarette. “I love you and I’ll always love you,” she told me into the camera. Then she shouted, “Cynthia! How do I shut this damn thing off?”

Rain pounded the roof, lightning flashed, and the thunder was louder than fireworks the night she died. It was the perfect theatrical exit for my subversive mother. In the morning, after her soul left for who-knows-where, after the rains moved on, and the sky went back to empty and blue, a rabbi came to the house to make funeral arrangements. He stood at the foot of her bed, talking quietly to Cynthia and me. I said politely to the rabbi, “I don’t think my mother would have wanted you seeing her when she’s dead.” And then I heard my mother’s voice, and I could have sworn I heard her grumbling, I didn’t want to see him when I was alive.

So, nu, as she would have said, she didn’t instill in me how to be a Jew in the conventional way. She didn’t teach me how to believe, but she taught me how to question. And is there anything more Jewish than that?


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Mark Zuckerberg: On Rosh Hashanah And Finding the Courage to Make Our Lives a Blessing


Mark Zuckerberg sent out an inspiring message right before Rosh Hashanah, which is the start of the Jewish New Year. “The prayer, ‘Mi Shebeirach’…has a line that has always touched me and that I reflect on when I face challenges: ‘Help us find the courage to make our lives a blessing.’”

Zuckerberg added, “I hope you all have a wonderful year ahead and that you find the courage to make a positive and meaningful change in the world this year.”

Sometimes a positive and meaningful change might just occur inside us. I’m thinking now of my friend, Lily, who was complaining to her sister about the way another friend, Nicole, treated her during a visit.

“Well, maybe Nicole was concerned about her health,” Lily’s sister, Julia, said. “Maybe she was thinking about other things.”

“Yeah, right,” Lily grumbled. She confided to me that she had dismissed Julia’s generous judgement up until this Rosh Hashanah. From now until Yom Kippur, which begins on Tuesday, September 22, the gates of heaven are open. God is judging us and our actions. And I read somewhere that God acts as our mirror. If we are harsh with others, then God is harsh with us. If we are kind to others, God is kind to us.

The idea of being generous in our judgement is my mandate for the coming year. I thought about it again because I just had a conversation with a guy whom I’d met back in 2013. I didn’t really like him then—he seemed sullen, withdrawn, and unfriendly. But the other night, he told me, “The year 2013 was the worst year for me. My wife and I had two car accidents. Our baby was born with health issues. And then my father died in November 2013.”

I met the guy in December of that year—just after his father had died! I didn’t know about his father’s death, but if I had, I would have been able to be generous in my judgments. I’m sorry that I was so quick to reach a negative conclusion when I could have given him the benefit of the doubt. What a powerful lesson for me.

We can make this day part of our best chapter by adding generosity to our judgments of others. What better way to pass on a remarkable kindness? We can do our share to make our lives more meaningful just by changing our thoughts. And that’s the start for changing the world. Our world. Our lives. One moment at a time.

Mark Zuckerberg’s FB post is here. A beautiful article on Yom Kippur at Sea by Sam Kestenbaum is here.

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How to Write About Mr. Right–And Mr. Wrong

Happy-Kiss-Day-ImagesWhat do you do when you are asked to write for a specific magazine, newspaper or website? Or when you set a goal to writing for a new venue?

Follow the form. That means that you have to follow the style of the publication.

I had this challenge when asked to write for Fresh Fiction Blog. First, I read through the site, which features a lot of romance novels. Not exactly my style, but I thought, hey, why not? So I wrote an essay about writing about Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong.

Our style is uniquely our own, of course. I am not saying to write like someone else. But I am saying that if we want to get published in a specific place, we need to match that style. It is like following a dress code. We wouldn’t wear a prom dress to compete on “Survivor.”

So here’s the essay from Fresh Fiction:

My novel, A REMARKABLE KINDNESS, tells the intertwined love stories of four American women who, for various reasons, all wind up in a small beach village in Northern Israel. I knew that this faraway, rugged place would be the perfect setting for this novel which explores completely unpredictable loves romance and passion.

There’s nothing like a good romance to get your heart beating really fast. In real life as well as in books, who can resist a love story? I especially like love stories in which two people who are not meant to be together overcome all odds and follow their secret dreams— and their passion.

In fact, each of the four unique women in A REMARKABLE KINDNESS finds an interesting twist on Mr. Right. Emily, for example, is an artist from Charleston, West Virginia, who lands in Israel after her first husband dumps her for a “thinner woman with legs like stilts.” After a time, she falls in love with someone who is Romeo to her Juliet. Not only are their families at war; in Emily’s case, she and her true love are from different sides of a serious conflict. This would make for great fiction! As Emily confides in her best friend, Lauren, “What happens if Mr. Wrong really is Mr. Right?”

I decided to give her best friend, Lauren, a different challenge. She’s a maternity nurse who fell in love with the perfect guy—a doctor. The catch for Mr. Right? He wants to move back to the Israeli village where he grew up and Lauren is a diehard Bostonian. Lauren is faced with a tricky dilemma: how far do we move for someone we love? Should we step out of our safety zone and travel halfway around the world? How far would you go? How much would you sacrifice? These are important questions I wanted to write about.

To prepare for writing my novel, I re-read two favorite romance novels of all time: Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre. No matter how many times I’ve read both books, I still feel on edge with suspense leading up to when Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy finally confess their love for each other. And I can’t sit still until Mr. Rochester declares his unbridled passion for Jane Eyre. . .

Part of what makes reading about love so special is because we become so involved with the story, we just can’t wait another moment for it to resolve itself. Well, writing is the same way! While writing the love story of Rachel, a recent college graduate, I found she was hesitant about falling head over heels with a very special young Mr. Right. As the author, I wanted her to speed things up a bit. But I’ve learned that characters (like our friends, husbands, parents or children!) need to move at their own pace.

Writing is like passion. It is about letting go. . . And the best part of writing this novel is the startling moments when the characters became so real that they ended up doing things that even surprised me!

P.S. Reviews for A REMARKABLE KINDNESS have been great. If you’d like me to speak via Skype to your book club, please let me know.

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A Remarkable Kindness Book Tour And Finishing that First Novel

In the Darien, CT Library, August 20, 2015

In the Darien, CT Library, August 20, 2015

We have lots of news to report as A REMARKABLE KINDNESS hit the stores and online booksellers on August 11. I am posting my blog tour below where bloggers write about the book and even offer recipes to go with it. So far the reviews have been fabulous! As I am learning, writing (and reading) is about making a connection, transcending our differences, and finding common ground. Here are a few excerpts:

“This book is so wonderfully character-driven and I was caught up in decisions and emotions and friendships and casual interactions with secondary characters. Long before the book ended, I was fully invested and wanted the very best for each woman/family. I recommend A Remarkable Kindness by Diana Bletter for readers that enjoy women’s fiction and readers that enjoy learning about cultures other than their own. This would make a great beach or pool read.” Into the Hall of Books

“Overall, A Remarkable Kindness was an interesting, enlightening glimpse into women’s lives in a very different, sometimes dangerous culture. ” Becca Rowan

“…The end brought closure and I was left with a smile and, admittedly, a few tears. A Remarkable Kindness will appeal to anyone who enjoys well-written women’s fiction, Jewish culture and tradition, and stories about friendship and life.” — Kahakai Kitchen

Tabbouleh salad with A REMARKABLE KINDNESS

Tabbouleh salad with A REMARKABLE KINDNESS

“The book will bring out a lot of emotions in you. I felt sorry for these women at times, but I also felt anger and admiration. The story and the women are very well written. I loved that they bonded over a circle of life ritual and I also loved learning  a bit about Israel…I’m not really a fan of this genre, but the synopsis grabbed my attention and I’m very glad I didn’t pass it up.” Vicki, I’d Rather Be At the Beach

More to follow in the next few days:

o   Monday, August 24thRaven Haired Girl

o   Tuesday, August 25thSvetlana’s Reads and Views

o   Wednesday, August 26thJulzReads

o   Thursday, August 27thBibliotica

For those of you who are writing, keep working…Show your work to people you trust and if they make suggestions about how to improve your text, take the suggestions. I know, I know…we want the first draft to be perfect. But it rarely is…

We have to go back and delete scenes, add some, put aside others for the next book. We have to put in a lot of time and patience and energy when we work. Remember what my husband Jonny says: Anyone can give up, but if you give up, you will never forgive yourself. Keep writing, if that is what you want to do. Keep doing whatever gives you joy. Enjoy the journey. Enjoy this moment. It is one page in the best chapter of your life.

For those of you near Connecticut, I will be at the WILTON LIBRARY on August 26, at 7 PM, and at R J JULIA BOOKSELLERS on August 27. Hope to see you there!

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