Writing from a personal place involves revealing dirty lingerie. Unmentionables. It’s pretty hard to write a memoir honestly without ruffling someone’s feathers. And, that’s uncomfortable. It may be the reason my story is gathering figurative cobwebs right now (it’s on a thumbdrive).
So, here are a few things about me that people might not know, or want to know:
- I had a thing for Keebler’s Fudge Stick cookies. While in graduate school, I worked as a hotel clerk at the Holiday Inn in Athens, Georgia. Evening shift, 3-11 PM. I made nice with the Keebler sales man.. not naughty nice, flirty nice. He gave me a little stick- on lapel thing of a Keebler Elf. It worked nicely with the polyester blue or green blazer I was required to wear. I begged and cajoled for cookie samples, but alas they never materialized. I love Keebler Fudge Sticks, and if I break down and buy a package, I’m gonna eat the whole thing in one sitting. Honestly. I might feel sick but once I get that sugary taste going, oh my….
- I’m a big flirt -tie in to above disclosure- it just seems to come naturally. I’ve been told I was flirting at times when I thought it was just a conversation. I love the back and forth, snappy repartee.
- R-Rated!!! (Children, avert your eyes) I slept with some of the men I dated. I mean, why not? At the ripe old age of 50-ish, who’s paying attention? And, whose business is it, anyway? I was safe, I was reasonably careful and I’m a big girl (reference big girl panties above) . Whew. There. Got that one off my chest.
OK, I’m done.
Photo is from the Washington Post, an article on an art display, 2008.