This spring, I had the chance to share the stage before a live audience with the incomparable Isabel Allende at New York's 92 Y.

This book about her new book, The Wind Knows My Name, Migration, Grief, and Loss,

and her reflections on love and sex in her 80s.

Here's the conversation.

Thank you.

Thank you for that welcome. Thank you.

My husband is here.

Did you hear that, Roger?

Pay attention.

Can you take me back to the play you saw Kinder Transport

that is the genesis of what would become the wind?

Many years ago here in New York I saw a play. I think it was called Kinder Transport.

And it was based on this story, the story of those children that the parents had to send

away.

The novel begins in 1938 in Austria.

The Jewish families were so terrified of the Nazis at that point who were taken over the country,

and England accepted 10,000 kids who were to travel alone without the families.

And 10,000 families sent their kids alone to a foreign country without knowing who would receive them. And so when in

2018, 2019 we saw in the press the horrible situation of the families being separated at the

border as a government policy to deter people from coming to the United States, it reminded me of the play.

And I'm a mother and a grandmother, would I do that? Would I send my child alone? What would

happen if I was separated from my kid? It would be just devastating. So putting the two stories together with 80 years in between was like

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