Minneapolis, MNUSA 55407
January 4, 2013
A limerick in poor taste, despite the clean language, in an effort to humor an extremely crotchety receptionist who told me I should not speak ill of the President of the United States (in 1991). My youthful hubris could not be contained and I ended up offending an entire office filled with decent, hardworking, albeit right wing, ladies. More recently, my NaNoWriMo concoction of 2009 was a gigantic heap of garbage - over 60,000 words of therapeutic garbage.
I got my start writing riveting pieces of historical fiction in which an ersatz Laura Ingalls shared PB&J sandwiches with her sisters. In 5th grade I began experimenting with other genres. After too many brushes with fame, I took a 30+ year break.