About me

Many years ago I haunted the inky pages of Sunday papers nakedly exhorting mothers to use Lifeguard soap but I have since withdrawn from such public endorsements. I spent the formative years of my twenties living on a kibbutz in Galilee. That's where I really started writing - though I thought of it as a quirk. Later, in Jerusalem, I studied Psychology, and worked in a Language School - in what was, at that time, a very mixed city. I met many different people. Writing then was like assembling a cast of characters.

Leaving my Zionist past, in my thirties I returned to England where I trained as a clinical psychologist, I got married and grew a couple of artists and scientists - and remembered the good old days. Writing was an avoidance activity. In Brighton, working with people with Learning Disabilities, writing was a way of expressing my anger at the System. When I wrote a D.Phil thesis on Logic Programming, writing was a displacement activity. Dragged back into Clinical Psychology, in an increasingly chaotic and shrinking NHS, I began to realise that I was actually a writer.

So now, years later, that's what I do, when I'm not wandering the Downs, posting obscurely captioned photos on social media or discovering the riches of radical and diasporist yiddish writings.

My latest novels are 'The Angel Stones' a gripping psychological thriller, and 'Fiddler off the Roof' the first in a series about a Jewish bundist grandmother.