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Introduction* *This is an excerpt from an essay I wrote as I pursue my MFA in creative writing at the University of Tampa.              During my first semester at UT, I read “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr and “The Name of the Rose” by Umberto Eco. My goal in studying these novels was to begin to dissect what is historical fiction, what are the elements that make up a historical novel, and why I...

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Recently a friend said to me that Hanukkah was a made-up holiday so Jews could get presents like Christians do at Christmastime. I explained that wasn’t true, Hanukkah was for real, and I quickly told him the story of how over 2000 years ago the Jewish Temple was overtaken by Greek-Syrian oppressors and Judaism was outlawed. Jews rebelled and the temple was liberated. To celebrate the event a menorah was lit, however there was only enough oil to burn for one day. The miracle occurred when ...

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I have a ten-pound gray poodle and two cats. They are sweet and affectionate, adorable and playful. From Frisco, I get unconditional love and writing breaks when we go for walks. Bruno is my big gray and white striped baby who loves to cuddle and Dante, my black cat, is a gentle angel. Like most siblings, they fight. It’s why I’m glad they don’t have cell phones, and thumbs. Not only would I have to endure their endless texts, they’d use up all the minutes on our family p...

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It is said that everyone has one true love in life, but I have learned this is not true as I have fallen in love many times. As a child, I was in love with my parents who protected, nurtured and guided me. Dad made up bedtime stories that carried into daytime hours. Mom encouraged me to be brave and try new things: food, activities, and friends. They told me I could achieve anything. When I was eight years old, I wrote my first book about the weather. I covered two pieces of cardboard with w...

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I like cemeteries. There are names for people like me such as tombstone tourist, cemetery hunter, and graver, which are not to be confused with a taphophile who is someone who loves cemeteries and funerals. I dislike funerals. The first rural cemetery, also called a garden cemetery, was Mount Auburn (1831), near Boston, Massachusetts. The second was Mount Hope (1834) in Bangor, Maine where my sister and nephews live. Recently I took a tour of Mount Hope conducted by the Bangor Historical Socie...

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