It’s like living life looking through a mirror.
Everything is backward.
When I was a kid in ballet school, I got thrown out of the chorus because I always went right instead of left. I worked hard to get a solo gig so I wouldn’t run into anyone when I chasséd across the stage.
And I love Japan. They read from right to left and back to front (I was at the top of my Japanese language class since right to left is more natural to me).
Yes, it’s a pain, but I’ve learned to find the pot o’ gold in all this. Like a lot of left-handed people, I’m artistic. And I love to write. Create stories.
And therein lies the magic.
I walk through the looking glass every time I sit down to write and go off into a world only I can see. It can be funny, soulful, heart-wrenching, sad, but always romantic.
How about you? Any lefties out there?
My heroine in CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN finds out how important eating with your left hand is for an American spy in Nazi-held France when she receives a mysterious letter after the war…
Exciting news re: my holiday Women’s Fiction novel CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN — release day is October 10th!
On a cold December day in 1955, I got on a train to go back home for Christmas.
This is the story of what happened when I got off that train.
Christmas Once Again: