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BLOSSOMING, NO MATTER WHAT: A CHRISTMAS (CACTUS) STORY

Posted on December 25, 2021December 25, 2021 by Crescent Dragonwagon

SOMETHING, SOMEWHERE, IS BLOOMING. NOW.  IT MAY NOT BE THE PLANT YOU WANTED OR EXPECTED. ITS TIMING MAY BE OFF, OR ODD, OR MYSTERIOUS. BUT BEFORE YOU GIVE OVER TO  DESPAIR, — EASY, IN THESE DIFFICULT AND UNENDINGLY STRESSFUL TIMES —  LOOK FOR THE BUD, THE BLOSSOM. IF IT CAN FLOWER IMPROBABLY, SO CAN YOU….

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THE DILL-SEEKERS: AN HERB, A MOTHER, MEMORY

Posted on August 3, 2016July 25, 2017 by Crescent Dragonwagon

I’d had friends over last Friday, for dinner. A couple of the dishes I’d served them required a little fresh dill. Now, you can’t buy a little dill. You buy it by the bunch. That bunch is usually, especially this time of year, preposterously large. This is problematical. I live alone, except for when my boyfriend comes up from New…

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WHICH MEMOIR DO I WRITE? WIND ROSE, REBIRTH & RECALL’S CANYON

Posted on July 5, 2016August 3, 2016 by Crescent Dragonwagon

My long out-of-print children’s book WIND ROSE  just may be re-issued. Unlikely: outest of out chances, longest of long shots. Still, I needed to find a copy to send to the perhaps-publisher. I went to the shelf where I keep copies of books I’ve written in my  (this is unbelievable to me) 47-year career as a…

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My father, the stripper’s press agent

Posted on January 10, 2014October 20, 2015 by Crescent Dragonwagon

After the Los Angeles funeral of my late father, Maurice Zolotow, a well-dressed, chic, trim woman came up to me and extended her hand. She had excellent posture, and her hair — a jet-black that looked neither harsh nor unnatural — was well-styled in a short, flattering, expensive cut. Her age was hard to guess…

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Keeping the “dead” in “deadline”

Posted on October 15, 2013July 31, 2017 by Crescent Dragonwagon

“He cannot be dead,” said Paul, my father’s editor at Playboy. “It is Friday. I am sitting here looking at a pitch letter he sent me on Monday.” Things you don’t realize will be part of your job description: returning voicemail messages left for your father, who has suddenly died. “Well, Paul,” I said, “Maurice…

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Aunt Dot & the Splendid Sunflowers

Posted on June 25, 2011October 17, 2015 by Crescent Dragonwagon

When I came to 410 East 57th Street that night, it was already dark, but not late. Early winter, then, it must have been, maybe about 7:30 or 8:00. A Sunday evening.  Aunt Dot, then 95 or 96, was seated facing into the living room, in one of the two 50’s-era Danish modern recliner chairs…

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