We are at the most beautiful hotel I’ve ever seen – the Antumalal in Pucon, Chile, built on a cliff overlooking Lake Villarica, 500 miles south of Santiago. I’m writing an article about the story behind the founding of this hotel – by two visionary Czech refugees who escaped Hitler in 1938, the same year my parents escaped from Vienna to New York. The more I learn about the couple who dreamed this astonishing place into existence the more fascinated I become. Finding ‘family’ here in Chile. Feeling so inspired… (http://www.antumalal.com/)
RX for healing my back. My favorite chef, daughter Jenna Sugerman’s homemade Liquid Gold Bone Broth. Kobe drank Bone Broth to heal. Good enough for me. And… she delivers.
Here is a link to her website if you want to learn more.
I’m excited to announce a new Slipper Camp!!!
– Slipper Camp is a 20 day online writing experience. (10 days of receiving writing prompts; 2 days to write each one.) I call it Slipper Camp because you can stay home and write in your PJ’S and slippers!
I also call it Slipper Camp because, unlike other online Boot Camps, you have two days to write each prompt instead of one.
– When you sign up, every OTHER morning, starting September 11th and ending on October 1st, you will receive writing prompts from me in your email.
– You will get explicit instructions about how to do this.
– You will be asked to write 1,000 words (approx 2 pages) on a prompt and to send it to me by midnight of the following day.
When the 20 days are up, you will have written 20,000 words. No small feat.
After it ends, we will talk (over the phone) about your writing
And the theme is…. FAMILY.
We all have one. We all have things to say about this subject. This Slipper Camp will guide you to write about one of the subjects you know best.
This can be a great opportunity to say what you’ve been thinking about or longing to say; to tell family stories you’ve never written down; a chance to write about a special family photo or a childhood memory or something that happened last week.
(OR.. you can ignore the prompts and use Slipper Camp as a 20 day kick in the pants to work on that project you’ve been putting down.
Many have used it that way.)
That’s it. (By the way, this is the one and only Slipper Camp of its kind. There are other online Writing Boot Camps – but they all ask for writing to be done every day. I decided that pace was too hectic for us – ergo, Slipper Camp. Geared to our busy lives. A gentler way to get some writing done over 20 days.)
– Tuition is the same as always – $200 ($10/day for 20 days.)
Please pass this on if you like.
Also, sign up using this link: https://lindaschreyer.wordpress.com/writing-classes/slipper-camps/
It’s been an amazing ‘old home week’ on the east coast. In Westport, I’m staying at the beautiful home of my childhood friend, Lucy, which whom I share so much history and who spearheaded the event at The Westport Library. And who should happen to walk into the Library as I was talking? My best friend from P.S. 87, Cynthia, who lives nearby. Here we are at age 7, in my kitchen and last night, in Lucy’s living room, after a great time together.
My blue-eyed boy is at it again. This time he’s creating lamps of iron and giant crystals lit from within. I can’t believe the flow of his creativity. And I can’t wait to see him and his lamps in the design show in Soho. Go, boy, go!!!
At the end of her life, my mother, Austrian emigre artist Greta Schreyer (1917-2005), painted a series of 6 burning wooden synagogues. These synagogues burned on Kristallnacht, six months after my mother said goodbye to her parents at a train station in Vienna, never to see them again.
Yesterday morning the LA Museum of the Holocaust came to see them, along with some of the other works of art I inherited when my mother died. Fingers crossed that these paintings find the right home!
The peach orchard where I used to live in Fishkill, New York. Back in the day. B/W painted by dearest Tibor Gergely, legendary children’s book illustrator and honorary member of our family. Watercolor by artist Greta Schreyer, my mother. #peace #peaches #livingmydream #honoringthesetwoartists #family#missingthem
Seven years ago on April 6 at 1:14 PM, our exquisite Jazz (Jasmine Rue Seelig Sugerman) was born in a bathtub in Bali, delivered into the hands of magnificent Robin Lim, midwife to the babies of the world, one year later the CNN Hero of the Year. (Please see Yayasan Bumi Sehat.) I was honored to be in that bathroom when Jazz was born as Ibu Robin told my son, Evan, to speak to her so his voice would be the first she ever heard. Marcelle, her mama, was luminous with love for her baby. Marcelle’s mother, Miriam Seelig, was chanting Hebrew prayers. Candles were burning. The bathtub was filled with frangipani flowers. Through my tears, I saw the ghosts of my ancestors, lost in the Holocaust, gathered in the corner of the room, welcoming this new life with such great joy. I was lucky to be the third person to hold Jazz, as she still reminds me. Being a part of such a miracle is still, today, the most memorable moment of my life. In the coming days, Jazz was blessed with ceremonies and graced us with her beatific smile. Today, seven years later, she continues to grace us with her beauty, great love, kindness and hilarious laughter. I love you, Jazz, more than I can ever say. I’ve loved you every moment of your life. And today I wish you the happiest of birthdays — all the way across the 8,000 miles that divide us (physically) while I am always with you, as you are always with me.