I’m a New Yorker––in my bones. I don’t live there anymore but the way I see the world will always be… as a New Yorker. My first book was The Beekman Affair, a story about the cost of inclusion. Two people are deeply in love, until their love affair is held hostage to circumstances beyond their control. As the world changes around them, they find themselves on two different continents––figuratively––wondering how they ever got separated. Should he have jumped to her side? Did she wander off and get lost? Neither accepts blame for a marriage in crisis.