It’s a New Dawn

Yesterday I drove to Sag Harbor. As I turned onto the sun-drenched blue stretch of Long Beach, I could see a corner of my friend Janine Veto’s old street and I started thinking about the days when I used to drive out to teach at Southampton College with Baby Eyrna in back, in her tiny […]

Uncensored GAME OF THRONES Battle Royale

After having a great intellectual and stimulating time at the Akashic party for LONG ISLAND NOIR at Mysterious Book Shop, Kevin and I came home and watched the Season 2 finale of GAME OF THRONES on HBO. Here is my private, uncensored conversation on Facebook: Kaylie Jones: Why I do not like GAME OF THRONES: […]

Mothers on the Writing Life

ARE YOU MY MOTHER? Mothers on the Writing Life Thursday, May 10 7:00 – 9:00pm THE STRAND BOOKSTORE 828 Broadway, New York City Join us for an evening of readings, discussion, book signings … and a champagne toast for Mothers Day! The Strand Bookstore has partnered with six talented authors for an honest look and […]

POE ON POETRY By Eyrna Heisler

[I am thrilled with Eyrna’s 9th grade English teacher at Stuyvesant. He allows her to think outside the box and use her creative abilities in her papers. It is so hard for students to appreciate classic literature, with all the other media available to them, and the speed at which entertainment is offered these days. […]

Earning My Second Degree Black Belt

Part of our Second Dan promotion test is to write an essay on What Earning A Second Dan Means to Me. Here is my essay. There were a few things my Taekwondo instructor Mr. Bill Canegata told me before he died. One, was, “You’re a thinker. Thinking is what you do. So think. Stop beating […]

Eyrna’s 8th Grade English Memoir Essay

THEY DO SERVE BEER IN HELL By Eyrna Heisler There is yelling and screaming and fighting upstairs, but that’s a given. I’m seven, in my mother’s old bedroom from when she was a teenager. I can hear my grandmother screaming at my mother, reprimanding, lecturing, as if my mother is sixteen again. My grandmother is […]

My Father, James Jones, and Censorship

In 1950, when my father realized that Scribner was going to cut a great many sexual references along with four-letter words from the manuscript of From Here to Eternity, he grew calm and focused and reasonable–that is, reasonable for a man who was known for his hot temper. He wrote thoughtful, equable letters to his […]