A NEW YORK MINUTE
BROOKLYN, New York I signal Ronna. "Roll me back, back!"
She smiles and reads another writer's bio instead. Susan Tiberghien presents her story, then Sara Woster.
"Now?" Ronna whispers from the podium.
I glance over my shoulder into the crowd. "Not yet."
She segues into her own tale, Hooked On Octopus in Molyvos. As Vangelis resuscitates the tiny fish what a passage! I find the face in the audience that's mine. (The only one, thanks to my lackadaisical publicity. But also the one that would matter most: Merman's).
And then the Greece, A Love Story launch held at the fiercely indie Community Bookstore flows for me. I stand and read the eulogy for my marriage ... the story, written not to spite my ex, but to celebrate human resilience, once love is lost.
Today all in absurdist French heels I met with my literary agent, flaunted my work in Brooklyn and clinked champagne flutes with a brilliant, gorgeous man, echoed in the bistro's smoked mirrors.
Maybe that's my 15 minutes right there...