I don’t know what’s appropriate to put in here – so I’ll do a one-page life story!

I’m a year shy of beginning my sixth decade and finally have the opportunity to finish the cases of unedited writings I’ve amassed through the years. As for what went before, here’s a page of bio with more than you want to know, but might contain the info you seek!

I was born in Chicago, partly raised (in a boarding school) in Wisconsin, transplanted to Houston when I was 10, and headed for California when I was grown.

In my 20’s, I created a little theatre at a hot dog restaurant in San Francisco. (The House of Sausage/Noble Frankfurter. There was no such thing as dinner theatre in those days.) Then I worked for the cable company: my first documentary, “So You Want to Leave Home”, was nominated by the San Francisco Academy of Arts and Sciences for an Emmy.

Next I headed to L.A. and after a number of adventures, went on to New York City. I had a book of poetry published, “The I in You”, which is now out-of-print. Mostly I wanted to hone my acting skills and was cast in several road shows.

I left New York when I was 30 and headed back to Texas to see my family and write another screenplay. Then I headed to L.A. to sell it. Went to work there for Beverly Hills Cab (as one of the only two female cab drivers in town) but spent the bulk of my time struggling with a “great love affair”. So all I accomplished was a stack of decent poetry. I finally ran away from the situation, and accidentally met up with a wonderful person (a co-actor). We married and had a son. My father was sick, so my husband and I went to Texas to help out. The next thing we knew, we started a local newspaper. Got into all sorts of trouble with the KKK and the powers-that-be and left town a few years later. Back in California, our marriage fell apart so my four-year-old son and I returned to East Texas where I could get childcare help from my mom. I was now a single mother. The only job I could get, and I had to work, was in newspaper. So I stayed in hot water again, politically. The good ol’ boys thought I was at war with them. I thought I was just covering the news. (When I was editor of “The Communicator”, it took the top award for “Most Improved Newspaper” from the Texas Free Press Association.)

About this time, the greatest thing happened – the baby I had to give up for adoption (a teen pregnancy) found me. He was 20 years old then. (My youngest was five.) He found us! He’s a remarkable person and a great writer. Since then, we’ve been a gift in each other’s life.

Well, in 1990, (be patient, this is almost over) I started the first local cable TV channel in our town. My programming included a live call-in show, and it was a miracle, apparently, that I didn’t end up in the river with concrete shoes. Never made much money. Served on the City Council at one point. And raised the greatest kid around!

Last year, the fellows in charge of keeping that town under their thumbs got a major wish of theirs: I went off the air and finally left town. (My scripts and books about them give them the attention they deserve.)

My best friend has come to the rescue, and she and her husband have made it possible for me to live in the Cadillac of RV’s, an Air Stream, on their property. I'm about fifty miles from where I used to live. My youngest son is up here finishing college and teaching me music.

All right! All right! This IS long. But yours will be, too, when you’re almost 60 -- just wait ‘til you see my bio at age 70!

(2008 NOTE: Several years later: I'm back in Southern California again, marketing my writings!)