I write novels. Stories. I’m not a journalist.I work at separating my writing life and political views. But, having grown up with stories of the Holocaust, with family who left (were chased from) Germany and Romania because of politics, I know that there are times when art and life collide. We are all children of immigrants in this country and protecting each other comes first.
Each morning I wake worried for our country. I’ve gone past the stomach aches, inability to work, leaden feelings, sleeplessness, and depression, but I am ever more apprehensive about the panoply of protections being assaulted. I worry about walling off America from those who built our country, those who will continue to make us strong.