I’m thinking of Pat Rahmann. Her death notice was in the Sun-Times yesterday. I had not seen Pat for a couple of years. After she left Glencoe, she moved several times and I lost track of her. The last time we were together Lois Hauselman picked her up and a couple of us joined them and Rochelle Distelheim at the Lucky Platter. Lois is gone and so is Rochelle and now Pat is too. She was an integral and essential member of The Writers and someone I looked up to and … [Read more...]
Remembering Rochelle Distelheim
June comes to a close and we can hope July is a better month. So much is happening these days. We must keep hope and keep heart and keep on keeping on. The writing world lost a a great one in mid-June when Rochelle Distelheim passed away. Friend, mentor, someone we all looked up to her for her writing style and her personal style. Chic. Smart. Witty. Insightful. Talented. A true friend. I admire her so. Her debut novel Sadie in Love came out in 2018 and Jerusalem as a … [Read more...]
You will fall in love with Sadie too
Congrats to Rochelle Distelheim! Her debut novel, Sadie in Love, is now out from Aubade Publishing. The book launch is this Sunday at The Book Stall in Winnetka. Back in 2014 Rochelle let me share her short-short story "The Kiss-Me-Quick" on this site. If you’d like some more literary treats, visit Rochelle’s website where you can sample several of her fiction pieces. (Then go buy her book.) Peace, love, and solace … [Read more...]
Yes, let’s
Happy June 29th –hope your summer is going well so far. Here in Chicago I know it’s summer because the weeds are taking off and the skeeters are back. And it’s the season of the Cancer birthdays. Meanwhile this must be a bumper crop year for the cottonwood trees because the infernal cotton is still blowing around. My friend Rochelle Distelheim (whose story "The Kiss-Me-Quick" appeared here in January) has a story "Talking About the Tango" posted June 25, 2014 in Ascent, … [Read more...]
Rochelle Distelheim “The Kiss-Me-Quick”
The Kiss-Me-Quick I visited my friend and we talked about shoes instead of about dying. I wanted to talk about dying, but she’s the one who’s dying and she wanted to talk about shoes. We looked at the three shoe boxes lined up on the carpet next to the couch where she was. The boxes were open and I saw the tips of three new pairs of shoes. There was that faintly sour smell new shoes have that reminds me of going with my mother into a shoe store, with her holding … [Read more...]