We’ve only been writing for the Debutante Ball for three weeks now, but already I am ruing my decision to follow Amy Poeppel’s Tuesday posts. She is hysterical! What a tough act to follow. I hope you caught her post yesterday about where she likes to…do it. Yes, that’s right, this week we are discussing where we like to write. I may not be quite as funny as Amy, but I…
I’ve always been a reader. My first word was “book,” and some of my most treasured childhood memories are from the days I spent cozied up with Roald Dahl stories. By the time I was thirteen, I discovered Arthur C. Clarke and Ray Bradbury, gateway authors into the science fiction world. My geekiness soared tenfold. Perhaps those authors give the impression I was a sophisticated child reader; my big sister…
By happenstance, today marks five months until my memoir, Caged Eyes: An Air Force Cadet’s Story of Rape and Resilience, hits shelves. As my publicist said, “It’s go time,” and I can’t think of a more amazing way of celebrating than beginning my year here on The Debutante Ball. To say this memoir has been a long time in the making is a comical understatement. The first time I thought…
The topic this week is CHILDHOOD MEMORY. We were supposed to begin at sundown, but Dad didn’t get home from work until eight. “Mrs. Bollag is going to be mad,” I stated when he walked through the door. It took him a second to remember what tonight was. “Tell you what,” he said, “let’s pretend we live in California. It’s five o’clock there. We’re right on time.” Dad was a genius….
