Hi there, I’m Kristina. Often known as Kris. I’m an author, a journalist, a wife and mother, and (twice) an amateur stage actress (more on that another time.) I play the violin, though not seriously, these days. I’m a sometime bookseller for my local indie bookstore, Schuler Books and Music. I’m co-editor for fiction at Literary Mama. I own a dog, though I’m not a dog person (more on that another time as well.)
If you meet me in person, you’ll probably notice that I love to talk. If you’re reticent, I might go into “reporter mode” and start quizzing you (gently!) about yourself.
I love dumb jokes, puns and wordplay, as in the following from Groucho Marx: “One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I’ll never know.”
I enjoy highbrow culture like opera, classical music and intense literary fiction. I also enjoy lowbrow stuff like karaoke, 1980’s hair band music and Will Ferrell comedies.
I’m an NPR nerd, not to mention a Monty Python nerd. (This is a LATE PARROT!) I love Michigan State football and the Detroit Red Wings. My slow learning curve in the kitchen is a family joke. ( I suppose you were born knowing how to make grilled cheese?)
I love mobster movies like “The Godfather” (I and II only, really) and “Goodfellas.” I also like caper films, and the “mockumentaries” of Christopher Guest a la “Best in Show” and “Waiting for Guffman.”
My reading is all over the map, and I have beloved books in all genres (all-time top pick: CATCH-22), but my stand-by favorite novels are complex family stories. Anne Tyler is my literary hero.
I feel like a pretty smart person, yet I experience flashes of stunning stupidity that I call my “absent-minded professor moments”, like pointing my remote car door unlocker gadget at my house and expecting it to work.
Now that you’ve read these factoids, I hope you’ll get to know me through my work, and especially, my debut novel, REAL LIFE AND LIARS, a story of tangled family relationships across generations, told in one weekend on the northern shore of Lake Michigan. It’s not strictly autobiographical (thank goodness, who needs that kind of drama?) but I’m sure I reveal glimpses of myself in those pages.
I’m thrilled to be taking my first turn on the dance floor with you here at The Debutante Ball. It was a pleasure, to be sure.
Latest posts by Kristina (see all)
- It’s the last dance… by Deb Kristina - Monday, August 24, 2009
- In which Deb Kristina says “son of a %#&#*!” - Monday, August 17, 2009
- In which Deb Kristina uses books as comfort food (not literally) - Monday, August 10, 2009
- In which Deb Kristina doesn’t hear from Oprah - Monday, August 3, 2009
- In which Deb Kristina’s supply of charm is at last depleted - Monday, July 27, 2009