Author Archives: Eva Silverfine

Red Roses

I have a story up at Spelk. Check it out: Red Roses

Posted in Brooklyn Days | Tagged | 2 Comments

A Passage to Queens

I have a new story up at Blue Lake Review. Check it out. A Passage to Queens

Posted in Brooklyn Days | Tagged | 2 Comments

Changes in the Neighborhood

I have a new story up at Everday Fiction. Check it out. Changes in the Neighborhood  

Posted in Brooklyn Days | Tagged | Leave a comment

The Wine Glass

I have a new story up on Flash Fiction Magazine. Check it out. The Wine Glass

Posted in Brooklyn Days | Tagged | Leave a comment

Award from North Texas Book Festival

Pleased to have recently won an award for nonfiction from the North Texas Book Festival.

Posted in Other Days | Tagged | 5 Comments

BookWorks Featured Author

From BookWorks.com: Congratulations to our newest FEATURED AUTHOR, Eva Silverfine! Her collection of beautifully-crafted, poignant, honest and evocative essays weaves together the themes of home, family and the natural world: http://bit.ly/2JMr5qG.

Posted in Other Days | Tagged | 2 Comments

Elastic Walls–One Year Anniversary

On the one-year anniversary of publishing “Elastic Walls,” I am making it available for its original price. If you’ve been meaning to read it but haven’t, now is the time to get your copy. Buy on Amazon. com.

Posted in Other Days | Tagged | Leave a comment

I Got a Rock: A New Year’s Eve Tale

On New Year’s Eve when I was fifteen—in effect, with a mid-January birthday, the eve of turning sixteen—I was despondent. I had nothing to do. Like other holidays, but particularly New Year’s Eve, the expectation of something grand, meaningful, or … Continue reading

Posted in Rockaway Days | Tagged | 6 Comments

Elastic Walls

From today until Friday the 13th (oh my!), the Kindle version of Elastic Walls: From Brooklyn to Texas and Points in Between is $0.99. If you’ve been meaning to download it but haven’t, now is the time. Buy on Amazon. com.

Posted in Other Days | Tagged | Leave a comment

Elastic Walls—The Book

I was perhaps eight years old, alone in the living room and dancing joyfully to Martha and the Vandellas’ “Dancing in the Streets,” when I said to myself “I love this song, and I am never, ever going to forget … Continue reading

Posted in Other Days | Tagged | 3 Comments