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Baby, it’s cold outside…

November 27, 2012

I come from the ultimate Cold War family – daring escapes, backyard firing squads, communist snitches, bowlfuls of goulash, gargoyles, gray skies and bone-chilling cold.  It’s no wonder I became a writer – and one who inhabits that gray zone.  Cold is about stories – true, made up and everything in between.  But it’s also about love.  Love served cold. The time-old stories of mothers and daughters, curses and blessings, of getting caught in history’s massive tailwind and blown to the other side of the world, yet despite everything, discovering the meaning of faith and love.  So pour a plum brandy, tip your hat, pull your raincoat shut, and light your cigarette.


From → faith, family, love

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