I squirm inside (in a healing way I hope) when I see how the intro to the first Excellent, Excellent, Excellent post appears on-line. It starts with these words.... “She is right,” said my teacher. “Her work and ability is excellent, excellent, excellent.” Its as if I felt SECURE writing …
Wereld Oorlog II
Excellent, Excellent Moments
What happens when I approach survivors to do research for my pending novel, Shadows, who are not used to talking? Survivors are probably not thinking to themselves excellent, excellent, excellent at such a time, I know. Yet somehow it all works out. I receive moments, both of us softening again. …
Dumb Gratitude to True Gratitude
Yesterday I shared how as a child-immigrant I felt and thought, a mixture of sorrow, anger and nobody understands me. I was also an invisible immigrant. Until I opened my mouth, and spoke American with a Dutch accident, I seemed just like other children. I was also an immigrant seeking gratitude for …
