How I Stay Encouraged



Patience has never been one of my strengths. But that changed (sort of) when I decided to take on the challenge of writing. the first step was to submit my finished work–and then wait, wait, and wait some more for a response. So, I decided that the process wouldn’t work for me and I’d take on self-publishing. The results of that were much quicker (sort of). Then came the task of promoting my books. And being creative in doing so. And conquering social media. And . . .

While thinking of how to do something different after contacting book stores, gift shops, book clubs, etc., it dawned on me that “local authors” are pretty popular. So, with the help of the manager at my neighborhood Hallmark store, I became an approved vendor. When I stop in to check on my book, I am proud to see it displayed.

So what is the point of this? Finding ways to promote is key for an indie author to be successful. In turn, it keeps me motivated to keep writing and pursuing my dreams. Isn’t that why we really write?





Last Wednesday morning my husband and I traveled to Chicago and came home Friday night. It was a short trip but a wonderful three days spent with Paula and Uncle Nate, two of the kindest, warmest people I have ever known.

My uncle has always been special in my life. My father’s older brother, he gave me my first Dr. Seuss book (“The Cat in the Hat”) and a doll that was introduced before Barbie came out. And I can’t forget my first suitcase–a gift from him when I graduated from high school. I received letters over the years that were special to me; a very talented artist, Uncle Nate gave us two landscapes that hang in our dining area.

So, the three days were spent hearing stories about my Dad, art, Paula’s life, and experiences both had. We went to a fantastic play (actually our first one) and had pleasant meal times. Those three days will be with me forever. I hope you have experiences like mine.


A Bittersweet Trip



My husband and I traveled to Connecticut for a wedding last Wednesday. The ceremony (held outside with a breathtaking view of trees and mountains) was lovely and the words spoken were meaningful. My cousin (father of the bride) read from “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran. While the words themselves were meaningful, the book itself holds a special place in my life. The book was given to family members by my cousin’s mother (my mother’s sister) many, many years ago. My mother treasured the book and in turn gave copies to her children over the years.

It was nice, as always, to see my cousins from Madison and Israel (and of course New Jersey). As children, the family was close; as adults we are spread far apart.

As side notes, the ground was saturated and my silver shoes fell apart right after the ceremony. There I am, walking around in stockinged feet for six hours (the shoes literally fell apart and ended up in the trash in Connecticut).

My husband and I aren’t dancers. In fact, the last time we actually danced (it was sort of dancing) was in New York six years ago when the same cousin invited us to his older daughter’s wedding. But when the DJ played “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran, we couldn’t resist. At that moment it didn’t matter to me that I had no shoes and hadn’t taken the dance lessons seriously that my mother sent me for all of those years ago. If you haven’t heard the song, listen to the words carefully. We’ll be celebrating our 48th anniversary in a few months and you’ll understand what prompted us to dance.




A Story that Inspires: Envelopes of Hope

“Envelopes of Hope” is the first book that I published. A novelette, it is the story of inspiration, family support, and love.

When a family member of mine decided to get her life together after many years of having a drug problem, she wrote a letter thanking me for not giving up on her. That was the inspiration for this book. With the support of a family and determination, the character in the story is able to leave the dark world of drug use and make a new life for herself.

From July 24th through July 26th, the kindle version of the book will be free on Amazon. Please read it and tell your friends. If you do, and would like a complementary bookmark, please contact me and I will send it to you.



I need your help. I’m trying to increase my following on my website/blog and Instagram. Even though I try to be a friendly, sociable person, I’m just not doing well enough with the social media aspect. So, I have an idea. If you will be kind enough to re-post this on your facebook page, Instagram, etc., I will reward you with one of my three books (you get to choose) for five new followers. Just tell your friends to let me know who shared. That will be my thank you gift to you.

So, thank you in advance for helping me. I know I can count on you. After all, I’m not friends with people who don’t like to “share.”



momWhen I wrote “My Name is Rebecca: A Novelette,” my goal was to pay tribute to my mother’s family who came from Russia in the early 1900s. But then, as I wrote it, I realized that it was a tribute to all who came to the U.S. for a better life.

As I’ve posted, there are stories included that are real–I either heard them as a child or experienced them myself. If you would like to know what they are, leave a comment and I’ll respond. But right now I will tell you–the little girl with the doll is my mother, taken in 1931 when she was 4 years old.

I’ll be sure to respond quickly.   Phyllis


Summer is not my favorite time of year. I know that sounds strange, since I live in Florida (a different topic for a different post). But when I get in the car and see that it’s a brutal 116 degrees, it’s not fun. But then, there are all kinds of warmth that I welcome.  For example, when I look at the older guy sitting across the room, I wonder where the years went. In November we will celebrate our 48th anniversary. Our children are grown and some have children of their own. So, we have been through a lot of good times, and bad; happy and sad. And still–well, we will be married for 48 years. Does that say a lot? I think so.  Seeing my children doing well and happy in their lives is a warm feeling. My affectionate Yorkie makes me smile.

But a letter that arrived in the mail on Monday made me happier than anything else could have. It was from a lady who won a copy of “My Name is Rebecca: A Novelette” on my goodreads giveaway. Aside from her compliments on my writing and on the story itself, which of course made me feel good, was the fact that she took the time to write that note to me. With the world in the turmoil that it’s in and with so much negativity around us, this lady took the time to write a personal note to me about my  book. I can’t even begin to describe how that makes me feel and how inspirational it is to continue with my writing. I will always treasure that note and keep it with me.

So, there is proof that a kind act can be accomplished with just a few minutes of our time. I thank her from the bottom of my heart.