Moonshadow

This passionate love story of a 19-year-old man and a 28-year-old single mother played out at the Jersey Shore in the 1970s is infused with music of its time and punctuated by the insidious effects of creeping alcoholism. Its the tale of a truncated, failed life that left a profound positive legacy.

Moonshadow defies classification. Yes, it is a novel, a work of fiction, but having been inspired by a real relationship it likely has more truth to it than many works passing for non-fiction these days.

It is a love story, but not a romance. It lacks the water-colored quality of many romantic novels. It has edges. There is no fading out to waves breaking on the shore, no touching in secret places. There is real sex, real sorrow, real life. It resonates with the sights, smells and sounds of the Jersey Shore of the 1970s.

Told in the first person, Moonshadow is an intimate, seemingly simple tale. Yet the bottom line burrows deep how our lives intersect and change as a result in a myriad of unexpected ways. We are entwined in this intricate dance known as life, making up the steps as we go, not knowing when the music will stop.