Slipper Camp




My next online writing Slipper Camp – Bloodline – begins on February 20th. I was inspired by this quote: ‘Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands’- Linda Hogan.

We will be writing about our ancestors and our current family. This hits home for me, a daughter of the Holocaust whose family perished in the camps. As always, you can stay home and write in your pjs and slippers. As always, if you enroll you will receive 3 prompts a day on Bloodline/Family (every other day) for 20 days. As always, you will write 1,000 words on a prompt of your choosing and send it to me every other day. Please join us. You can PM me for details – Linda Schreyer – or post here. Only a few spaces left. Thank you.

If you want to join Slipper Camp please email me at (or join the facebook event here) and we’ll send you details. Starts February 20. Ends March 10.



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2017 Wishes


Hi there,

Children’s book illustrator Tibor Gergely, our dear family friend, drew this image for a magazine cover in 1942.

Newly an immigrant fleeing the Nazis he poured his love for the beating heart of small-town America into every moment here.

We send this to you with fond wishes for peace and joy in the coming year.

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Slipper Camp – Freedom


Dear Writers,

The last Slipper Camp – MINDFULNESS – took us into the election and past it. Twelve writers wrote at a heightened time, a critical time in our lives and the life of this country. I don’t need to remind any of us about that.

Like a beautiful sand castle that’s washed away by the next wave, our lives changed in a moment on November 8th. Every Slipper Camp writer who wrote on the 30 prompts about MINDFULNESS said it was an enormously positive, grounding, helpful and, for some, a lifechanging experience to be writing at that time.

In the past month I’ve searched within and without to find the topic of the next Slipper Camp. I finally settled on FREEDOM. Please click on the photo above. It helped me to decide on that as our topic.

I can’t think of anything more relevant about which to write 10,000 words in January. FREEDOM. We’ll be writing on Martin Luther King Day, the March on Washington and the Inauguration. We’ll be writing about FREEDOM from many different angles. I’m already creating the 30 prompts we’ll be using and hope you’ll be writing along with me. FREEDOM. Don’t you love the ring of that word?


SLIPPER CAMP is an online writing class. It’s open to only 10 writers who will receive 3 illustrated prompts about FREEDOM every OTHER morning for 20 days along with daily writing tips and coaching suggestions.

If you join you’ll be writing 1,000 words (2 pages) on 1 of the 3 daily prompts and sending them to me by midnight every OTHER day. Whenever I get your words I’ll read them and let you know I got them. At the end of Slipper Camp we’ll set a one-hour call to talk about your writings.

Hundreds of writers have taken this structured online writng course over the past years. The most common comment I hear is that the combination of structure and accountability yields good writing. Books, screenplays, a play, two novels and numerous published articles have been generated in Slipper Camps.

If you want to join Slipper Camp please email me at (or join the facebook event here) and we’ll send you details. Starts January 15. Ends February 2. Limited to 10 writers, 5 spaces are taken already.

Slipper Camp is a place where you discover yourself on the page.
Slipper Camp allows you to remember who you are.
If you have more to say (who doesn’t?) please join Slipper Camp.
If your story is ongoing please use Slipper Camp to continue it.
If you feel you don’t write enough, come write in Slipper Camp.
Please join us.




Tears and Tequila in Libraries

Just the other day one of my friends asked me if I had heard of I never had but it’s the “world’s largest network of library content and services.” I was thrilled when I looked up my novel, Tears and Tequila, and discovered it’s in 64 libraries across the U.S., Australia, Singapore, etc. I am so very honored that so many libraries are carrying my novel. Overjoyed!

Here is a link to the site:

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My Grandmother’s Dishes


orange green purple
italian country dishes
with roosters
and rabbits
and carrots and dots
cheerful, hand-painted
seeing them, i feel uplifted and
joyful and home.
white porcelain with
royal blue and gold
rims, my grandmother’s
dishes, fragile like her
a woman i never met
the woman my mother mourned
for as long as i knew her.
elegant and simple,
like my grandmother,
these heirloom dishes
will stay in my keeping
until i, too, die
like my grandmother,
her life cut short
in auschwitz
concentration camp
concentration camp dishes
white blue gold
fragile but heavy
with memories and
my mother’s
guilt for leaving
her mother behind
at the train station in vienna
when she left with my father
who saved her life
long ago
eighty years ago
and the dishes
always remind me
of what we
all lost. What i
lost and find again when
i place the
white blue gold
dishes on my table
used again
by living breathing
people. my grandmother
smiling gently sweetly
my mother grateful
i always grandmotherless
and now motherless
travel through time
and reclaim my legacy.

The Things We Carry


Some things feel irreplaceable. For Joey, the main character in Tears and Tequila, it’s the four yellow wooden hangers her mother left behind after leaving when Joey was only five.

These yellow wooden hangers are all she has left of her mother. She hasn’t heard from her in the past 27 years. She doesn’t have good memories of her. She barely has any memories at all.

But, for some reason, every time Joey’s moved (and she’s moved a lot) she’s taken those four yellow wooden hangers with her.

I, too, have those yellow wooden hangers. Like Joey, they’ve survived my every move. They’ve traveled with me from the Upper West Side of Manhattan to the Hudson River Valley to Beverly Hills and now, Sherman Oaks. For some reason I can’t part with them.

Even now, every time I see them, I feel happy. What do they remind me of? Living in a pre-War building on 76th Street and West End Avenue at a sweeter, simpler time? A time when I was a child with doll clothes strewn across my closet floor? When I would fall asleep hearing strains of classical music from the radio in the living room? A feeling of home? Safety? Comfort?

I don’t know the answer. All I know is this. I can’t part with those yellow wooden hangers any more than Joey can.

The things we carry. We’ve all got them.

What are yours?

Life Advice

Roberta Eisenberg

On the way back to LA to our monthly ‘Hoot’ after seeing the profoundly moving retrospective of Beth Eisenberg’s mother, the late artist Roberta Eisenberg. Her paintings spoke to me from across the room with titles like ‘Bardo’ and ‘Impermanence.’ A glowing testament to her great talent and huge spirit, even the sunset was calling her name. Thank you, Beth Eisenberg and Erin Doyle, for inviting us. And thank you, Roberta Eisenberg. You’ve touched my heart and soul.

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