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November 26, 2013
Happy Thanksgiving from me to you!
November 25, 2013
Here is what I'm thankful for
Drooling over the thought of big bird and all the trimmings? Stop it! Here is what I'm thankful for: a one-of-a kind review by Dolores Ayotte, the author of several self help books:
Book Reviews ~ Apart From Love
Book Reviews ~ Apart From Love
Got this for my 88 yr old mother
A new review, the title says it all:
5.0 out of 5 stars Got this for my 88 yr old home bound mothers Kindel., November 24, 2013 Got this for my 88 yr old home bound mothers Kindel., November 24, 2013By Mary WatkinsAmazon Verified Purchase(What's this?)This review is from: A Favorite Son (Kindle Edition)Bought this book for my 88 year old mother who is home bound. Downloaded it to her Kindle. She loves reading and loves history, mystery, Sy-Fy, love stories (Amish type, not porn type!). She loves these books
5.0 out of 5 stars Got this for my 88 yr old home bound mothers Kindel., November 24, 2013 Got this for my 88 yr old home bound mothers Kindel., November 24, 2013By Mary WatkinsAmazon Verified Purchase(What's this?)This review is from: A Favorite Son (Kindle Edition)Bought this book for my 88 year old mother who is home bound. Downloaded it to her Kindle. She loves reading and loves history, mystery, Sy-Fy, love stories (Amish type, not porn type!). She loves these books
November 24, 2013
I am grateful to go back
I am grateful to go back. No longer am I stuck here, in a place of doubt. No longer am I inflicted with sensing shadows. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. All my sorrows are about to melt away. In this inferno, nothing will be left behind me but an empty shell. I fly into the brilliance. I am ablaze. I am in bliss. For where I am going I shall be reborn.
The voice of a clay model for bronze casting, in Twisted
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The voice of a clay model for bronze casting, in Twisted
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You know well enough how grateful I am
“Isaac my dear, you know well enough how grateful I am—”“Becky my dear,” he says, with a note of disdain. “What I know is this: Anyone else in my position would have at his disposal at least two or three legally registered wives, not to mention a respectably large harem, full of concubines—”Being a practical woman, she decides to ignore that. “Fine, then,” she says. “So now, dear: How about giving me some means of transportation? The rich women, I hear, those in the cities along the coast, in Ashdod and also in Ashkelon, they have started to buy new automobiles. And I, I live here in the desert but still, Isaac, I come from nobility, you know, from one of the richest families in the land.”“What kind of transportation?”“A camel, for instance,” she says. “Two humps, or more, as well as a driver or two, or more; and four leather saddles, the soft kind, of course. It would be but a small token, a token of prestige—”“For goodness sake,” he groans. “It’s a camel you’re talking about—not a Rolls Royce!”“I see,” she says. “You don’t love me anymore.”For the first time in the conversation, his voice softens. “Don’t cry, Becky,” he pleads. “I love you. I will always love you—”
I imagine she must be smiling through the tears. “In that case,” she says, “I will always take such good care of you.”
Rebecca and Isaac, in A Favorite Son
★★★★★
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I imagine she must be smiling through the tears. “In that case,” she says, “I will always take such good care of you.”
Rebecca and Isaac, in A Favorite Son
★★★★★
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November 23, 2013
How to forgive betrayal
Now—only now, at nightfall—do I realize my mistake. Suddenly, as if discovering a new twist in an old piece of music, I can detect a certain note of stress, right there, from the beginning, the moment she opened with the phrase, “Bring me that thing from there.” So I slow down the replay, and listen carefully to each one of these words—only to wonder about the other words, the unspoken ones, those that were missing, strangely, from the conversation. What thing? Where was there? Why would doing it be easier than having to explain? And how could I be so dumb as to miss the early, telltale signs, back then when she started forgetting things?
Simple things, such as the names of her students, and how to teach music, or play Beethoven's fifth. And later, how to put words on paper, and mail me a letter, and why not call me, why not tell me the truth; and how to talk to him, to my father; and most of all, how to forgive betrayal.
Ben in Apart From Love
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Simple things, such as the names of her students, and how to teach music, or play Beethoven's fifth. And later, how to put words on paper, and mail me a letter, and why not call me, why not tell me the truth; and how to talk to him, to my father; and most of all, how to forgive betrayal.
Ben in Apart From Love
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November 21, 2013
Giving Thanks for Home
Poem by my fatherTranslated by me
I'm blessed for the pleasure, blessed for the agonyBlessed for the fear, the pain of it allIn which I was steeped, in this realityAnd granted the chance to endure or to fall
I'm blessed for the hardship, and blessed for the hurtBlessed for the crevices, obstacles and allIn the heart of the storm, my journey I chartTo leap over the inferno, and turn back to recall
I'm blessed to have lived, in honor and courageBlessed I could take a deep plunge, then soarBlessed for the vinegar, and blessed for the honeyBlessed to be counted with the few at the foreThat somehow did reach their big destiny.
Listen to Kathy Bell Denton, the voice artist for Home, read this poem:
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I'm blessed for the pleasure, blessed for the agonyBlessed for the fear, the pain of it allIn which I was steeped, in this realityAnd granted the chance to endure or to fall
I'm blessed for the hardship, and blessed for the hurtBlessed for the crevices, obstacles and allIn the heart of the storm, my journey I chartTo leap over the inferno, and turn back to recall
I'm blessed to have lived, in honor and courageBlessed I could take a deep plunge, then soarBlessed for the vinegar, and blessed for the honeyBlessed to be counted with the few at the foreThat somehow did reach their big destiny.
Listen to Kathy Bell Denton, the voice artist for Home, read this poem:
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"Poetry that's never been placed before the public until now" ★★★★★
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Home
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She flings the knife between us
He says, “My God, you are in heat. Now how does that happen, in your condition? Cool off already, in front of the boy! What do you expect of me? You wanted to get married, so now we’re married. Mazel Tov! What more do you want?”
“I want you to look at me,” she says, thrusting her chest out in front of her. “You haven’t been here for two weeks, since the wedding. And now that you’re here, you ain’t really here. Am I even wanted here? I’m a woman. I need to feel desired, and I need to be held by a man.”
At this point I feel obliged to peep in, for the third time, “I am not a boy.”
And she wipes her brow. “My God,” says Anita, as she turns away from my father. “I’m so hot. Don’t you wait too long.” And with a harsh motion, she flings the knife on the cutting board, right there between us.
It gives a sharp sound, which startles my father. His mouth is mirrored in the surface of the blade, and suddenly it becomes clear to me that the oven is not the only one fuming—so is he.
He raises his eye to her, and jealousy escapes. He glares at me, and a warning shoots out. What does he want from me? There is nothing I can do. He hates me for staring at her and he hates me for trying not to stare.
Ben in Apart From Love
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“I want you to look at me,” she says, thrusting her chest out in front of her. “You haven’t been here for two weeks, since the wedding. And now that you’re here, you ain’t really here. Am I even wanted here? I’m a woman. I need to feel desired, and I need to be held by a man.”
At this point I feel obliged to peep in, for the third time, “I am not a boy.”
And she wipes her brow. “My God,” says Anita, as she turns away from my father. “I’m so hot. Don’t you wait too long.” And with a harsh motion, she flings the knife on the cutting board, right there between us.
It gives a sharp sound, which startles my father. His mouth is mirrored in the surface of the blade, and suddenly it becomes clear to me that the oven is not the only one fuming—so is he.
He raises his eye to her, and jealousy escapes. He glares at me, and a warning shoots out. What does he want from me? There is nothing I can do. He hates me for staring at her and he hates me for trying not to stare.
Ben in Apart From Love
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★★★★★ Apart From Love "A feast for the armchair psychologist. Reveals insights that can touch and frighten each of us"
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November 20, 2013
Going home for the holidays? Bring me with you!
♫ °˚˚ ✿*‿*) ♡♥ ◦°˚˚ Going home for the holidays? Bring me with you!
An autographed book is a collector’s item. The ink of my pen on the title page is a touch, a symbolic handshake between you and me. And the highly praised cover is the way to hold my art in your hands.
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An autographed book is a collector’s item. The ink of my pen on the title page is a touch, a symbolic handshake between you and me. And the highly praised cover is the way to hold my art in your hands.
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November 19, 2013
Where does inspiration come from?
My guest post on Lektz, the eBook eCommerce Platform, has just gone live, It starts with the following words:
"I have long been fascinated with the story of Jacob and Esav. To me, it captures several layers of emotions which we all go through in our families: a rivalry between brothers, the way a mother’s love, unevenly divided, can spur them to action, to crime, even; and how in time, even in the absence of regret, a punishment eventually ripens.
The story had been brewing in me for several years before I put pen to paper. Being an artist, I had expressed it through sculpture long before I wrote the words. So here you can see Yankle and his mother Becky, plotting to cheat the father. Out of a sense of shame, they are unable to look each other in the eye..."
Check it out, here: The inspiration for "A Favorite Son"
My sculptures of Rebecca and her son Jacob
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"I have long been fascinated with the story of Jacob and Esav. To me, it captures several layers of emotions which we all go through in our families: a rivalry between brothers, the way a mother’s love, unevenly divided, can spur them to action, to crime, even; and how in time, even in the absence of regret, a punishment eventually ripens.
The story had been brewing in me for several years before I put pen to paper. Being an artist, I had expressed it through sculpture long before I wrote the words. So here you can see Yankle and his mother Becky, plotting to cheat the father. Out of a sense of shame, they are unable to look each other in the eye..."
Check it out, here: The inspiration for "A Favorite Son"
My sculptures of Rebecca and her son Jacob
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