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About Me
Helping people tell their stories is my passion, and I’ve been doing it for many years. I began as a writer and editor for some of publishing’s big dogs (Cosmo’s Helen Gurley Brown was my boss in the 1980s). Now I work as a personal historian, writing instructor, and custom publisher. My first client was a safari guide whom I met in the Serengeti; he later became my husband. More recently, I’ve been helping members of the Randolph Senior Center, most of them in their eighties. Two years after we began, they have published six books and are still writing. To find out more about me, you can read my book, Our House in Arusha, a family memoir set in Tanzania.
Proceeds from the sale of our books benefit the Randolph Senior Center writing project.
Our House in Arusha
In the spring of 2000, the Texier family receives some startling news: bomb-making terrorists are operating right in their own neighborhood, a quiet enclave where the only reliable disturber of the peace is the landlord's rooster. In the year that follows, fragile loyalties will be tested as each member of the family struggles to make a place for himself in a tantalizing and dangerous world.
The Hale Street Gang
Meet the Hale Street Gang, twelve senior citizens who gather every week in the village of Randolph, Vermont, to share their life stories. Most are in their eighties; the eldest is ninety-nine. Their clubhouse is the senior center, an elderly mansion in a fringy neighborhood south of the railroad tracks. Together, they weave a rich, lively, and intensely personal tale of twentieth-century America, its nexus a small town nestled in the Green Mountains.
An Ordinary Woman
Whether she's inventing lemon-drop pie or teaching the family car new tricks, Ruth has a way of turning calamity on its head. An Ordinary Woman is something rare in modern memoirs, the story of a happy life.
The Hale Street Gang
In volume 2, we pay tribute to the many places in our past. Here you will find Downtown Randolph as it used to be (remember Merusi's Store? The Spot?) and Brookfield back when Jessie Fiske owned Green Trails—as well as Shanghai in the thirties, San Francisco in the forties, and New York City at the turn of the century (this one). The authors have all crossed paths at the Greater Randolph Senior Center, where we gather once a week to salute the flag, partake of Rose's meatloaf, and share our life stories. In A Sense of Place, we travel back through time to tell you where we've been.
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