So. Here’s a bit of my story. For a long time, I was a middle school English teacher. I loved my students and I loved reading YA literature with them, but I wanted to be a writer reallyreally badly, so I quit my teaching job (right before the economy collapsed…whoops!). I realized that it was time to leave the classroom when a lengthy stint on jury duty felt like the highlight of my career. I turned this experience into my first novel, which, as you probably know by now, is called Lauren Takes Leave. LTL is centered around 30 and 40-something suburban characters who are on the verge. When I pitch it, I say it’s like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, only the teacher is the one cutting school with her friends. And then they go a bit Thelma and Louise. (Yes, I wrote a book based on two iconic, 1980’s movies mashed together to create an off-the-wall midlife crisis novel.)
Until recently, my family and I lived in Scarsdale, New York. In the summer of 2014, we moved to Barrington, Rhode Island. Over the next few years, I hope to write about our experiences in the smallest state in the union both in short and long-form ways, from articles and columns to a more formal memoir.
If you want to know a little bit more about my journey toward self-publishing, you might want to read this blog entry here.
Meet the cast of characters from my column:
Brett: Witty with the one-liners, cynical at times, artistic and creative, and highly efficient and organized. Brett plays the part of supportive husband and father, except when I’ve spent too much money without checking first, and then he’s not very happy with me, neither in print nor in our kitchen.
Andrew: Our 13-year-old son, with longish hair and dimples. He loves filmmaking and hates thunderstorms.
Zoe: 10-year-old foil to her older brother, Zoe likes to state things as she sees them. She is often low on patience and high on gummy bears.
Mom: This would be my mother, Ronnee, who appears in my articles as a beacon of hope (whether taking care of newborn Andrew or helping us when our basement flooded) as well as spoiler of grandchildren and general entertainer (search the term “tap dancing” on my blog and see what comes up). She was married to my step-father, Howard, who passed away in 2014 but appeared occasionally in articles about family gatherings, such as trips to Nantucket and the American Girl store.
Dad: Not mentioned as frequently as my mother, much to his disappointment. My dad is an eye doctor who shares my emailed articles and printed hard copies with the entire staff of Montefiore Medical Center as well as with all of his patients, hopefully before dilating their pupils but after taking out their cataracts.
Friends: I’ve changed their names, but they know who they are.