HEY Y'ALL: I'M PUBLISHED!
Revealing yourself is never easy. I'd venture to say it's
doubly hard for gimps. We're always trying to fit in, so revealing more details
of a gimpy life can make us feel quite vulnerable. That's why we have to take
control and turn it around. You want to hear what it's like to limp
around with an ugly leg brace in junior high? How others stare at, or right
through you? Well, here are some gory details:
"Clark stood in the hallway with the dolly. Its flat
wooden bed was fine for hauling boxes of urinal cakes or the sawdust stuff the
janitor sprinkled on the floor to soak up puke. It was less than ideal for
towing a gimp girl in a flouncy prairie skirt." (from my memoir
piece, "Crip Cargo Hook-Up" in Tales of Our Lives: Fork in the Road.)
If it's gory (and entertaining) details you seek, check out
my two memoir pieces in a two-volume, 81-story anthology of authentic voices of
women writers. "TALES OF OUR LIVES: Fork in the Road" (available from
Amazon at: http://amzn.to/20VYNJq)
and "TALES OF OUR LIVES: Reflection Pond" (http://amzn.to/1MQGKdk) are
collections of award-winning stories.
Both collections are CHEAP on amazon.com! Starting Jan. 8 at
11 am EST, each volume will be $ .99 for the first couple days. The price
increases one dollar every couple of days until it stops at the regular price
of $3.99.
You can read these stories even if you don't have a tablet
or Kindle reader. Just download from Amazon onto your PC.
Get 'em while they're hot!
Here's an excerpt from my other story:
"As Iris’s mom plunked down on the kitchen table her
white suede shoulder bag with its foot-long fringe, I began to take a good look
at her. She was definitely not Carol Brady. She stood about 5 feet 4 and her
platinum, crimped hair hung nearly to her waist. Unlike my mom who never left
the house without wearing a Playtex girdle, Iris’s mom embraced her curves. To
quote a C.W. McCall song that my dad loved: she was 'built like a burlap bag
full of bobcats.'" (From my memoir piece, "Iris and Me" in
Tales of Our Lives: Reflection Pond.)
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