The Khamsin: Raging Sands

In the middle of the Atlantic she awakened, terrified that she was doomed for disaster when she found herself on a disabled troopship in 1944 heading for the festering sands of Egypt. A bad omen of what was to come. This is a novel regarding women in the service and how they coped with the painfully uncertain present they were confronted with while thousands of miles away from home. In her case she couldn't get far enough from the neighborhood and the hell that was Rico. In short, this is about women who became friends under pressure, spending many long months desperately unhappy over their assignments and sorting out their personal problems meanwhile agonizing over loved ones fighting the war at the front. Tragedy didn't keep her from being famous throughout Cairo for her dancing, her self-induced therapy for the emotional bruises collected daily on a job that she hated. An incredibly handsome blond Bob Donovan stole the show with her at a company celebration marking one year in Cairo where she got star billing in the Stars and Stripes. However, the publicity unfortunately caught the attention of Rico's brother stationed nearby in the Air Force. ...and the toast of Cairo was soon to meet her Waterloo.

The author got her certificate from NYU's School of Journalism, completed schooling at the New School for Social Research, competed and participated in classes at the Dramatic Workshop being tutored by Mike Post and Elaine Eldridge wherein she parlayed her successful participation in pursuit of her first love (since she was six years old) writing. Since then she has been untouchable regarding her magic touch, one of which won her the Editor's Choice Award for submitting a mere four stanzas of her Odyssey re. WWII in 1997. For many moons, while working full tine in law offices, she and her self-employed husband have been commuting from NYC to their country retreat for the peace and quiet of Long Island. They have one blonde, stunning divorced daughter and a grinning black and white cat who thinks she's top dog."To the East I'll wave across the seaTo the hills that beckon destinyTo the heart that still lies beating thereTo the haunting, chanting, desert air."