Veterans Day: Thank you. (Somewhere on the FB page is a video of me warming up my dad, Ed Abrahams, USN WW2, before he threw out the first pitch at a Tampa Bay Rays game in 2020. He was 95, died a year later after a long, healthy life and said he’d had a lucky war. He commanded a sub chaser hunting Nazi subs in the north Atlantic. We were the lucky ones.)

And, speaking of vets, sometimes the heart of fiction – that a person can imagine and write about someone of another identity group – seems to be threatened these days. Then an email like this comes along (re THE RIGHT SIDE):
“Really enjoyed this book. I’m an Air Force female Veteran. One of the things you captured perfectly was the varied reasons women/people in general join the military. The joke in Basic Training was: What are you running away from.
Your character had so much depth. Overall your details were spot on. I really appreciated that.
Part of me wants you to continue writing about her. The other part of me is a strong believer that she is a survivor & will thrive. Oh heck, she’s too great to fade away. Would love to see her resurface.”