Life is much more than a journey to me - much more than putting one foot in front of the other. It's taking a footpath that suddenly appears at the side of the road and following it just because I want to know what's there.
I spent most of the first part of my life moving around, from my childhood in Montreal, Canada and Connecticut, to a year where I hitchhiked, worked and lived from Paris to Formentera, a tiny island in Spain, to a dusty kibbutz in Israel.
A few weeks after I got back, I took a Greyhound bus to Vancouver, on the West Coast of Canada. A year later I headed to the East Coast by train. Along the way, I did stints at three universities, worked in cafeterias and fast food restaurants, and sorted mail at a post office. What always fascinated me were people and their relationships. I wrote everywhere I went.
I married and had two children, who are raising families of their own now. We live in Los Angeles and I work as a freelance writer.
Now I Remember I Love You began as journal entries that I wrote when my mother was diagnosed with dementia and later, Alzheimer’s disease. She fought the symptoms with everything she had, but the most heart-crushing for me was my father’s desperate denial of what was happening to her. Even when she stopped remembering who he was, even when she stopped being able to feed herself, he insisted that she was getting better. His pain became so intense that I had to write about as fiction.