La Meme Chose by Deb Tish

I’ve been tagged with a meme by the inimitable Ellen Meister. There are, apparently, stern meme rules, at least one of which I plan to break: 1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts. (Done) 2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves. (Done) 3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. (Done. You’re impressed…

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Crime and Punishment by Deb Kristy

Becoming a bartender in a striped-shirt establishment over fifteen years ago was an accomplishment. It meant hard work, late nights, studying drink recipes until dawn, and surviving the not-so-subtle hostility of fellow bartenders whose friend didn’t get the coveted spot or who didn’t feel I’d deserved it, and waiters who’d wanted the position for themselves. I’d worked hard to get there, though it was a means to an end for…

Saturday, March 3, 2007

Stalking the Brat by Deb Tish

I’m not a rebel–that’s too glamorous a title for me. I’m more of a common brat. The moment I hear I’m supposed to do something is the moment I’ll refuse. From wearing skirts as a kid, to trying out for cheerleading, to buying a minivan for carpooling–I wanted nothing to do with it. When other kids were attending Friday night football games in high school, my friend and I were swiping…

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Second Star to the Right by Deb Jennifer

Peter Pan was a childhood hero of mine.  Like him, I had no interest in growing up.  I looked at the adults around me and thought, “no way is that ever going to be me.” I was not going to get up each morning to go to a job I hated.  I would never drink a martini with disgusting green olives that looked like lizard eyeballs skewered on toothpicks, watch…

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Growing Up By Deb Anna

Adulthood has come more slowly to me than I believe it does to most. I was the girl who was absolutely flummoxed when college was ending and everyone was going off to their grown-up careers with job titles I couldn’t even understand (and still can’t — am I the only one who couldn’t tell you what the hell, say, a systems analyst does?). I didn’t understand how and when everyone…

Monday, December 4, 2006

Beyond the Haunted Meatball by Debutante Jennifer

I was in the third grade when I wrote my first short story: “The Haunted Meatball.” Here it is, some 30 years later – I’m about to have my first novel published and I’m thinking that in some ways, not much has changed.  No, I don’t have the Dorothy Hamill haircut, or have to go traipsing down the hall to speech therapy every Thursday to practice my s and th…

Wednesday, September 20, 2006