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On Attending ConDor 2013, San Diego’s Yearly Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention: Part One: Background

I did not come to science fiction as a fan first.  I read some science fiction before I realized I was a writer, but once I received the revelation that writing was my destiny, science fiction as a form of … Continue reading

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On the Eve of 2013: Don’t Worry

While taking a walk in the San Diego sunshine, a deep blue sky overhead and the chill air refreshing my lungs, I ruminated on the upcoming year.  What do I need to change?  What can I do to make my … Continue reading

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California Writers: Henry Miller and Big Sur

(This post, as many of the previous ones, is an excerpt from my upcoming memoir “America Redux: Impressions of the United States After Thirty-Five Years Abroad”.) The aspect of writing that Henry Miller opened up to me was voice.  Until … Continue reading

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Balance

After reading the last chapter, “Askew”, one of my sons who doesn’t live with me wrote and said, “Why are you so down on the US?  Sure it’s got problems, but I’ve built a good life here and in many … Continue reading

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The Things I Lack

The longer I stay in the United States the more I realize how much things have changed since I lived here thirty-five years ago, and the more I realize too how unprepared I was to make the leap from Greece … Continue reading

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The Terror of the Uncertain Moment

During the day, in the summer, the boardwalk at Pacific Beach in San Diego is full of cyclists, skateboarders, joggers, homeless tramps, and pedestrians.  The beach is full of sunbathers, Frisbee and football throwers, and more joggers.  The water itself, … Continue reading

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Awakening in the New World

The United States I left thirty-five years ago is not the same country to which I have returned.  It has changed in profound ways.  To me it is a new country, a foreign country to which I have to acclimatize … Continue reading

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How to Pack a Life in a Bag of Less Than Twenty Kilos

I am traveling from Thessaloniki to Frankfurt, Germany and from thence to San Diego, California, via Seattle.  For my flight I am allowed one check-in bag of less than twenty kilos, one carry-on bag of less than eight kilos, and … Continue reading

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Murphy’s Law

It’s an old adage, commonly referred to as Murphy’s Law:  anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Here I sit in Frankfurt, Germany – between worlds.  Behind me is the old world of Greece, a world I have lived … Continue reading

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Paranoia Revisited

When contemplating my upcoming return to the United States after thirty-five years abroad I realized that the prospect terrified me.  Analyzing a fear is one method of banishing it, so I decided to consider why my native land held such … Continue reading

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