It’s not your hair, buddy. By Deb Lisa Daily

Happy Halloween! I grew up in Denver, Colorado where it never failed to snow on Halloween night. Which means, most of my Halloween memories involve my brother and me, wet and miserable, tromping along in three inches of sidewalk slush, moping because we had to wear our coats over (or worse, under) our costumes. Again. I still love Halloween. I just like it better in Florida. And now, a word…

Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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A Victim of Halloween Fatigue by Deb Jenny

I hang my head in shame as I write this, as it’s dawned on me that for the first time ever, I have become a complete failure in all-things-Halloween. My house is bereft of festive seasonal decorations, we practically have to do scissor-paper-rock around here to see who is stuck having to go get a pumpkin that no one wants to carve, and the inevitable all-nighters that had been a…

Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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Guest Blogger Ellen Litman author of The Last Chicken in America for Deb Gail

I am thrilled to welcome Ellen Litman as my guest on The Debutante Ball today. Ellen is the author of the glowingly reviewed The Last Chicken in America. In the The New York Times Book Review, Maud Newton said, “Ellen Litman’s elegantly constructed web of stories about Russian-Jewish immigrants living in the Squirrel Hill section of Pittsburgh… is warm, true and original, and packed with incisive one-liners.” George Saunders, Mary…

Monday, October 29, 2007
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News Flash! October 28, 2007

Deb News: The debs are hard at work editing, copyediting, writing new manuscripts, waiting to hear on submissions, attending writer’s conferences and hob-nobbing with all kinds of important people. In other words, there is much deb news in the making, but none to report this week. But, if you’re looking for something, Deb Jen has an essay on a regional NPR affiliate. If you are or have been a parent…

Sunday, October 28, 2007
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Bring on the Bumpy Things By Deb Anna

I’ve never really been scared of things that go bump in the night. Sure, when I was little, I had the occasional paranoid conviction that something was lurking just outside my bedroom window or under my bed or in my closet. But somewhere along the way, life just ripped that fear out of me. It’s actually the scariest things that ever happened to me that have made me primarily convinced…

Saturday, October 27, 2007
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You Don’t Scare Me… okay, yes you do by Deb Eileen

I can remember one of the first times that I knew I wanted to be a writer. I was young- I’m going to guess around 11 or 12. I was at the library and had gathered my weekly haul full of Choose Your Own Adventure books and possibly a Judy Blume or two. I was waiting for my mom and I wandered into the adult section of the library. I…

Friday, October 26, 2007
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Blown Away by Meg Tilly by Deb Danielle

There was some talk of extending the topic of “being bad” just for me, since I had Amanda Eyre Ward as my guest last week and therefore missed a golden opportunity to reveal sordid details of my past and poke fun at myself for the sake of entertainment—mine and yours. I was eager to do so and had great plans for something funny, dark and maybe just a little bit…

Thursday, October 25, 2007
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Please Bump Me by Deb Lisa

I’ve decided to have an affair with my husband. Sure, we’re married, but I think that will make it a bit more interesting. This past weekend, my husband and I went to Annapolis, MD for homecoming weekend and a class reunion at the Naval Academy, his alma mater. We left the kids at home with my mom: perhaps, the most genius idea ever borne. Now don’t get me wrong. We…

Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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The Boogeyman and I (or is it Me?) by Deb Jenny

I suppose I’ve always had an acute fear of that scary unknown, those “boogeymen” that are out there. I’ve never liked being alone in a dark house. I feel more secure when my husband is home at night. I can’t read books with grisly murder scenes. You’d never catch me reading Stephen King (except his delightful memoir/writer’s guide, On Writing). And I refuse to watch slasher films—I’m still scared from…

Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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The Party Still Going On by Deb Gail

When I first moved to New York City, the noises overwhelmed me, the constant clatter of voices and horns and sirens and engines and high heels and exclamations. I’d grown up in the suburbs with the sound of cicadas and thunderstorms and the Frigidaire humming and doors slamming when my parents fought. But the New York City air was thick with steaming hot dogs and roasting chestnuts and exhaust and…

Monday, October 22, 2007
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