About Me


Hi! My name is Rebecca Klempner and thanks for visiting my site.

Writing was not in my original plan. Oh, no! I thought I would be a real-life, female Indiana Jones, at least until the realities of archaeology landed in my lap (focused attention to tiny details, backbreaking labor, long days of tedium under a hot sun with nothing to show for it–you get the picture). That’s when I turned to cultural anthropology. I studied how to observe behavior, identify the patterns and logic in different systems, analyze linguistic data–all tools that later helped me become a better writer. Moreover, my anthropology coursework forced me to read case study after case study and write paper after paper.

After a couple years of graduate school, I decided that a stint in Teach for America would add to my skill set. Instead, I discovered that teaching was a more effective way to contribute to the world than anthropology.

So, you may ask, how did I end up as a writer?

One evening in 2003 or 2004, I was tutoring a teen, and she said, “Why do I have to write in my journal? Do you keep a daily journal?”

I confessed, “Uh…no.”

Throughout high school and college, I had written poetry and articles in the school newspaper along with all the aforementioned papers, but I’d never thought of myself as good enough to do it professionally. My student’s challenge got me writing again. About a year after that, I sold my first book.

Today, I’m the author of Glixman in a Fix, A Dozen Daisies for Raizy, Mazal’s Luck Runs Out, and Sliding Doors and other stories, as well as many short stories and articles. These have appeared in:

I enjoy writing for children, teens, and adults. My experience in anthropology brings unusual insight into my depictions of human behavior, and my years as a teacher help me explain concepts in a clear, logical way. I love to switch off between different genres, including contemporary fiction, personal essays, science fiction, fantasy, and magic realism.

Additionally, I do author’s visits to schools, teach writing workshops, edit, copyedit, and coach new writers.

“Now I have a complete story I can share with people if I want. More than that, overall my fiction writing skills have improved – both from practice and from learning the basic rules of fiction writing.” E. A., 22 year-old workshop participant

“I enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere and the helpful criticism and advice from everyone.” D. Y. S., teenage workshop participant

“Dear Mrs. Klempner, Thank for coming to our class twice for teaching us about poetry and for printing our poetry out. We really appreciated it. Thank you for teaching us about haikus!” S.V., third grader and participant in a series of classroom visits

Need some writing or editing done? Contact me via the contact form at the bottom of this page. You can also visit my LinkedIn profile at http://www.linkedin.com/pub/rebecca-klempner/36/2b0/255.

A little more about me…

I currently live in California with the very patient Mr. Klempner and several wacky, bibliophilic children. In my spare time, I love running, swimming, reading sci-fi and fantasy, museum hopping, visiting the farmer’s market, and doing yoga. Occasionally, I do kooky art projects.

I have a twin sister. She’s much nicer than me.

And unlike Raizy, I prefer peonies to daisies.

Want to ask me about my work? Fill out the form below and be sure to check the box at the bottom if you’d like to receive notice whenever I publish a story or essay, as well as receive freebies:

9 thoughts on “About Me

  1. Hi Rebecca: After reading a number of your reviews, I thought: R. Klempner might enjoy reading and reviewing my recently released novel “Coming of Age…AGAIN.” It is the story of four friends of a “certain age,” who prove that with a mix of moxie, humor, wisdom, and a weekly mahjongg game coming of age can happen more than once.

    as one reviewer wrote (Amazon): “You don’t have to be Jewish, wear a skirt, or play mahjongg to laugh and learn …reading “Coming of Age…AGAIN.” Of course, it doesn’t hurt!

    I can be reached at carolmizrahi@comcast.net I hope to hear from you, though it’s obvious you are a very busy person!



    • I’m actually “booked” for adult titles right now (I have a few I need to read for review in a local magazine right now), but I’m still available to review short children’s works (like picture books or chapter books).


  2. Rebecca, I very much enjoyed the new piece in Tablet about your grandfather and Passover. I thought you might enjoy knowing about this project, a collaboration I do with my husband: http://www.jewnionlabel.com We’re in the midst of redesigning the website, so please check back in a couple of weeks. Thank you and I wish you a happy Passover.


  3. Hi Rebecca…my wife, Fran, told me about your post on Tablet about your Grandpa visiting on Pesach…..I have something to tell you that is similar, but not exactly what you (and your family) experienced. 7 years ago, my father in law (Fran’s dad), died in the hospital just about 1/2 an hour before the 2nd Seder would take place. We were notified by phone (I was in shul when the call came), and just as Maariv was about to start, she came running in to tell me..as soon as I saw her, I knew exactly what had happened. I had visited him (his wife, my mom in law, was with him) in the hospital, and I had discussed with the rabbi about what to do about resucitation, since I was unsure…I forgot what he said. When my wife and I went to the hospital to pick up my mom in law, we got back home, and both my daughters told us that, while we were away, they heard keys jingling at our door. My father in law used to have keys to our apartment (they lived in the same building as us), and you would be able to hear the keys as he approached. Now, mind you, both girls knew he had passed by then…he had been in and out of hospitals for the last 2 years because he had Alzheimers, which is what took his life. Back to the keys….after they heard the keys jingling…..they told us that it sounded like a key was being inserted into the lock! I am not sure if they heard the door opening, but it didn’t open…maybe they opened it right after, but of course, no one was there. Also, my father in law had told us a story that, when his father died, the morning of the levaya, he said he saw his dad by a chair in his house, and asked him what he was doing there..and then his dad dissapeared.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s