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I live in the woods with my husband and my 25-pound schnoodle who thinks she can protect us from 200-pound humanoid thugs.

In the meantime, I write about thugs in my YA novel which takes place in the sixties. Or maybe I’m really writing a women’s novel about what happens in the late sixties when a fifteen-year-old girl finds out her older brother is gay.

Maybe I’ve never gotten over the sixties. I cried when Pete Seeger died, and I still love Joan Baez and Bob Dylan. More than anything, I wish I’d been there when those singers sang in the smoky cafes of Greenwich Village, which was only across the East River from where I grew up.

Now I’m mainly interested in revising my book, Between Earth and Moon, which partly takes place in the Village.

 

- Ellen Halter