My latest novel, SUBURBAN SOULS, is now on Amazon, both in hard copy and Kindle.

It is exciting to see it in print, somewhat like birthing a child into the world.

The novel is a psychologically intense portrait of a couple, haunted by their precarious survival as Jews in Nazi Germany, and its effect.  Against the vibrant background of 1970’s San Francisco, they face the turbulence of an increasingly sterile marriage.  Saul, an emotionally withdrawn scientist,  takes refuge in New Age Mysticism while Gerda drifts in and out of psychiatric care. Her loosening grip on reality leaves its mark on their teenage daughter, Hannah, leading to an unexpected  climax.



Each new software update is torment.  Facebook becomes an impossible maze, to navigate, as do aspects of Gmail and just about everything else.

This brave new world belongs to the young. To  the toddlers who finger their tiny phones and iPads with ease, to the twenty-somethings, and to those of any age who are fortunately blessed with some kind of inborne instinct.


Pierre Janet, French philosopher and psychologist, wrote in 1889, “Personal unity, identity, and initiative are not primitive characteristics of psychological life. They are incomplete results acquired with difficulty after long work, and they are very fragile.”

I began to realize how the mirrors of other people and of the surrounding culture created a self that at the age of 18 lacked a sense of boundaries, a core, a sense of what violation was. Writing was initially an act of rage, an attempt to integrate what lay beneath the surface. It was an attempt to create wholeness within myself, to understand what had formed me and those close to me.