I was born, raised and educated in Vermont. Moved to Connecticut, got married to an artist, moved to Florida, moved to Las Vegas, moved back to Florida, and here I am, tired of moving. I’m a widow, have two grown children, one an actor/musician/teacher, the other a writer/teacher/TV producer. I also have three grandchildren, who apparently haven’t taken a lesson from the history of their forebears and are pursuing careers in music, art and drama. Long sigh . . .
I’ve placed twice in short-story writing competitions, ran a tiny sci-fi publishing house with my daughter, did a stint as a columnist in a small town weekly paper, had a novel “Dire Straits” published, now unfortunately out of print.
It’s hard to sum up nearly eighty-one years of life in a short paragraph. Years ago, I wrote short poem:
I lived
I laughed
I loved
I cried
But what the hell
I finally died.
Kinda says it all, I guess.