Bio, in List Form
1.) I was born in the mid-sixties, a preemie, 2 lbs, 13 oz.
2.) My first apartment was an incubator.
3.) hippie--no--beatnik childhood
(Mom's insistence on that terminology.)
4.) When, as a child, one has no T.V., one starts writing stories.
5.) Junior high and high school: When one is a total nerd and
has no boyfriend, one sulks and writes poetry.
6.) Went to Temple University because University of Pittsburgh sent me a letter saying I had a "language deficiency" (even though I had FIVE YEARS OF FRENCH BEHIND ME--they probably confused me w/someone else, but I was too lazy to call and see. I just went to Temple; they seemed to have a better handle on who I actually was.)
7.) Was going to be a neuropsychologist and do all kinds of fascinating research that would have cured Schizophrenia or isolated the exact neurotransmitters involved in falling in love. I could have been a heroine to millions, or at least someone halfway interesting, except for the fact that I felt SO sorry for the mice that we, as undergrads, experimented on--and I realized that they'd all be killed at the end of our experiments. I didn't want to ever get to the point where I was desensitized to their little deaths. I was a wimp and my sympathy for lab mice cost me my beautiful neuroscience dreams.
8.) Well, why not graduate and get a job as a security guard? The office copier came in handy for copying stories for the writers' group and I enjoyed dancing around the warehouse at night after everyone had gone home.
9.) Okay, I had to eventually get a real job because I had gone to college after all, for God's sake. Easter Seal Society--it was the first of many jobs in human services. And let me tell you, if a human services job doesn't turn you off to humanity, nothing will!
10.) I have a family. That translates into lots and lots of laundry.
11.) I've traveled a little, but not nearly enough. I hope someday to go to the Czech Republic.
12.) Getting published is one of life's little joys.
13.) Need to get back to it.
14.) So that's it. That's my life.
15.) Take some time to smell the roses--and read a good book.
***My Dad's book is out:
Scorched Earth by Fred Wilcox--published by Seven Stories Press. If you scroll down on the page after clicking the link, you'll see that my Dad's first book on Agent Orange, Waiting for an Army to Die, is also being reprinted.