Monthly Archives: August 2018

Being English

Another friend, Rachael Clyne, has mentioned the experience of second generation immigrants. Here is a poem, entitled Second Generation, about my parents’ ambivalence towards being Jewish. It was published in my collection A House of Empty Rooms (Indigo Dreams Publishing 2017). Second … Continue reading

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Blog to blog to blog: the identity thing

I was surprised and rather flattered that my friend Hazel, in her blog Dancing with Red Fudo, chose to quote from my previous post as a starting point for her own reflections. Although my post wasn’t really about identity – … Continue reading

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Blogging on…

After all this time – nearly six years – I still don’t really know what a blog – this blog – is for. If I read other people’s blogs, I often think: that’s not what I would want to do. … Continue reading

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The dragon lives

Sixteen years ago in 2002, the year my Auntie Tilly died, I finished a book called Meeting the Dragon. It’s not published, except among friends, and perhaps isn’t publishable: there’s a lot in it that I might not want to share … Continue reading

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