My grandmother Rumanian immigrant
she lived in Grand Forks,
New Haven, Ansonia, and then
Beverly Hills, my grandmother a good baker
of rugelech mother of four children
would write them every week. She would
begin every single letter with Weather
maybe because it was warm and beautiful
in Beverly Hills unlike Grand Forks or maybe
because in the high school English class she took
in Grand Forks, the teacher suggested weather
is always a good way to begin.
Many years ago I took a creative writing class
from Louis Schaefer, a complicated intelligent
man who loved Eugene O’Neill and tried for many
years to write his thesis about him. Louis had rule
after rule about what makes a good story. Write this
down in large letters he once said. Forget about
the weather entirely. Just forget it.
❤
Fresh and promising in White Plains