I'm a freelance writer living in the northern United States with my life partner Bill, our Malamute Rocket, and Franz the cat. For the past six years I have worked in direct banking and property & casualty insurance. I'm good at both, but neither is what I dreamed about as a little girl. My goal is to do less of that and more of this.
My poetry, short stories, and personal essays have been published in little literary magazines such as Square Lake, No Exit, Maize, The Sun, and Literally. I have also had letters and opinion pieces published in The Washington Post, The South Bend Tribune, Utne Reader, the Skeptical Inquirer, and Shambala Sun. I worked as a writer and editor for public television early in my life, and have lived in New York City and Washington DC.
I'm working on a science fiction novel and would also like to write a nonfiction book about sci-fi and monster movies of the 50s and 60s. I recently started a blog called Life at the End of the World, which is mostly leftward-leaning political and social commentary.
I am new to this site and really happy to be here. I look forward to spending lots of here time writing, sharing, and meeting new people.
My passion is ...
anything paranormal and fantasic.
I know too much about ...
weird stuff .
My parents always told me ...
I would never marry.
My childhood ambition ...
Was to either be a shrink or a Shirelle.
My favorite memory ...
was seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time.
Why I write ...
I write because it's the only way I can get anyone to listen to me.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Kirtan: Hindu call and response chanting, very beautiful.
My first job ...
was as a waitress at Kreskge's lunch counter in 1971.
My best moment ...
the birth of each of my children.
My inspiration ...
Ursula LeGuin, Kurt Vonnegut,Oscar Wilde
When my oldest daughter was a toddler, she never talked baby talk. She spoke in complete sentences from day one, possibly because I was a single mom during that time, she was the first grandchild, and so she was always surrounded by adults who adored her and spoke to her as though she were one of them. Often I'd be in supermarket and we'd be chatting away as I shopped, and a stranger would round the corner with his or her cart and be astonished to see the words they were hearing coming out of a tiny person in diapers.
People often said strange things to me that addressed this unusual qu...
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