The WFWA Regional Conference

Tomorrow I am off to Philadelphia for a writers conference sponsored by an organization of which I am a proud member: the Women's Fiction Writers Association (or "Wiffa" for short.) I'm looking forward to the many workshops, as well as connecting with my writer friends.


Perhaps I'll see some of you there?


"Now is the Time for Turning"

The fall is my favorite time of year, particularly in the Hudson Valley, so it seemed natural to set my book, Come to Take Me Back, in September and October. Many of the key events occur between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and my research into the Jewish holidays illuminated a number of themes in my story.

In particular, I was struck by Rabbi Jack Riemer's lovely meditation, known popularly by its first line, the title of this post. In it, the rabbi talks about the autumn as a time for "turning": the leaves turn, the animals turn back to their homes in preparation for winter, and so must we turn and change for the better before the new year begins. 

As a former teacher, the fall has always felt like the beginning of the year for me (even now, out of the classroom!). We begin with newly sharpened pencils and clean notebooks, each September a fresh start. And what better gift--the chance to begin again? And as the leaves turn, so do we.

photo credit: lentina_x Pumpkins via photopin (license)

Dancing with Strangers

On late summer nights in New York City, one of my favorite things to do is walk down to Hudson River Park. It's a gathering place for dog walkers, joggers, couples, and even the occasional tourist or two. (Last time we were there, we met a lovely French family on  their first day in the U.S.)

There's always something happening out on the pier--people fishing, free concerts, and even ballroom dancing.

In the photo above, most of the couples you see did not arrive together. Many of the dancers arrive as singles and wait patiently until a partner is free. I watch them step confidently into the arms of a man or woman they may have never met. They twirl and dip and fox trot and tango, at such ease, holding the hand of a relative stranger. I watch them and think how brave they are. But more than brave, they are beautiful, gliding around the pier with the sky, the river, and the cityscape as their backdrop.

Busy Nothings

I've been blogging for nearly ten years, mostly about writing, but also about my role models (Jo March and Mary Tyler Moore, to name two); the Jersey shore; favorite films; favorite foods; the holidays; my lapsed New Year's resolutions; my teaching career; my dog, the late, lamented Baci, the fox terrier; being Italian; being a mother; being female--you name it, and somewhere in the last decade I have talked about it on a screen.

And the "talking" is what I love about blogging. It's a conversation, hopefully with others, but if not, that's okay, too. So this bit of musing will be the first of my "busy nothings" on the Rosemary D website. I'd love it if you stopped in and love it even more if you comment.

But if you don't, that's okay, too. Because the conversation continues. . .