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About Me
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I grew up in New Jersey, met my future husband when I was eleven years old and married him when I was twenty and in my senior year at Barnard College in New York City. After graduating with a degree in French, I worked at the United Nations for two years until our son was born. We moved around the country to pursue my husband’s professional goals as an ophthalmologist. With the addition of our two daughters, I focused full time on being a wife and mother. Our family traveled around the world and lived in Algeria for several months where my husband worked at the Beni Messous Hospital.
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When we returned to the U.S. and moved to Texas, I decided to pursue my great love of the piano and obtained a Master’s Degree in Piano Performance at Trinity University in San Antonio. After ten years, we returned to the East and settled in Morgantown, West Virginia, where I taught piano at the Creative Arts Center of West Virginia University and then privately in our home.
In the early 1990s, I gave up teaching piano to pursue writing seriously. In 1995, my husband and I moved again, this time to Florida, where he opened a private practice in ophthalmology. In 1999, he was diagnosed with dementia. After forty-two years of marriage I had to learn how to live without the support of the love of my life. I kept vivid notes of my subsequent journey, which became my book, Moving to the Center of the Bed: The Artful Creation of a Life Alone.
I now live in New York City, where I am a docent at Carnegie Hall, taking visitors on tours every Monday. I have given piano concerts in my home and, in September 2008, I was privileged to be part of a group of musicians who performed at Carnegie Hall’s Weill Recital Hall.
I especially enjoy spending time with family and friends; my special dog, Pooh; walking in Central Park; eating dark chocolate; cooking; and baking for my doormen and anyone else who loves my cookies and cakes. I love going to the theater, museums, and concerts; learning new piano pieces; reading; working on my novel; and watching the sun rise over the East River from my living room window and set behind the New York skyline from my bedroom. Though my life will never be as it once was with my loving husband, I’ve worked hard to make it fulfilling and beautiful again.
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