The Inwood Book
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Inwood is the northern most neighborhood on Manhattan Island. When I grew up there in mid-40s thru mid-60s, when I left, it was an Irish Catholic / Jewish neighborhood and, since the groups usually didn't usually hang around together (with some exceptions; some Jewish folks hung with the Irish Catholics, not usually the other way around). It was home to the only true forest in New York in Inwood Park where we played baseball, softball, basketball, and football -- and took to "The Woods" for underage drinking and smoking. At that time, Inwood had more bars than any New York City neighborhood and radio personality and newspaper columnist Walter Winchell refered to it as "Ginwood"
The Inwood Book contains a few poems, a few stories -- some fiction, some not -- and a novella, "OfferingIy Up"
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Thirteen-year-old Ginna's only connection to her long-dead mother is the dogwood in her backyard. The tree radiates a warm sort of buzz which might possibly be magic. Or is it a trick of her imagination? That's the agonizing question that earned her the label, "weirdo who talks to trees." And it's the reason Ginna is struggling with her plan to make one real friend. After an embarrassing attempt ends with Ginna kicking a soccer ball at a classmate's face, she retreats to the comfort of her tree-shaped companion to ask for help-and something strange happens. Ginna goes from mostly ignored to ridiculously popular overnight, and she's having conversations with someone or some thing inside her head. The source, an opinionated tree spirit named Dogwood, claims she accidentally stepped into Ginna's body. But now that the spirit has access to Ginna's thoughts and memories, she's in no hurry to go back where she belongs. Until Ginna figures out that Dogwood is hiding information about her mom. Now it's Ginna who doesn't want to let go. She has so many questions-but there's no time to wait for the stubborn spirit to answer. Ginna's body is becoming dangerously depleted and can no longer sustain Dogwood's energy. She'll have to find the courage to stand on her own before possession burnout destroys them both.
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