Author Archives: justinemrubin

See you on the bookshelves in September!  

for including me in your North Atlanta Author Series on Saturday. It was a pleasure to sit in that beautiful room and talk books and life with such a welcoming and interested crowd. And of course, a giant thanks to my friend Lisa Shore, a fellow writer and the Captain to my Tennille. Her thoughtfulContinue reading “Thank you Bookmiser & The Milton Library”

So. Today was the last full day of Ronen’s life, one year ago. On June 1, 2017, Ronen was healthy. He picked up a new pair of glasses after work. He texted me to come meet him out, my parents had just come into town for Lev and my mother’s birthdays on the fourth and couldContinue reading “The Last Day”

This Spring’s Essentials of Creative Writing group was a delight to teach. Six weeks in the blink of an eye.

For hosting me this afternoon. Grateful for the support and really enjoyed discussing Inheriting Edith with all of you.

Thank you to Suzanne Van Atten, Bita Honarvar and the entire AJC Staff.   

In vulnerability, lies strength. An honor to tell our story on such an esteemed platform. Thank you to Suzanne Van Atten and the entire AJC staff. In-print this Sunday.

It was an honor to be a part of your Titles @ Twilight Series. And to everyone who came out, a huge thanks to you too. And last but not least, my wing woman Lisa Shore, the Q of my Q&A: you saved me last night. Felt like I was held together by paper clipsContinue reading “Thank you to Heritage House Sandy Springs”

  Our Ari turned six yesterday. I say "our" because he will always belong to me and Ronen, he is always our firstborn, the boy who made us parents six years ago. The boy who took us from two to three, who catapulted us into a new universe of joy and worry and partnership. IContinue reading “Six”

  A lot of people assume that the holidays are exceptionally hard for grievers. And I'm sure that's true for many. But it's the non-event days that are really the hardest for me. Days that are otherwise wash/rinse/repeat were so much more interesting with Ronen. His presence was a comfort. A phone call in theContinue reading “pedal, pedal, pedal”