When is Emotionally Pantsed Forthcoming?
2008 from So New Publishing, check back for details and dish sooner than later, like on a weekly basis. Really? Yes, really.

What is Emotionally Pantsed about?
Oy vey, sometimes I ask myself, “What isn’t it about?!” I think I scraped all of the contents from my womb and slammed it onto paper. Kidding—kind of. Emotionally Pantsed is a collection of humorous non-fiction essays about my all of the tings I appreciated and enjoyed in life, the mistakes I made and the consequences, until my world was turned upside down by Graves’ disease for six-years and I wound up in a psychiatrist’s office. It’s all there—everything, family, sex, relationships, Alzheimer’s disease, suicide, death, Graves’ and my psychiatry courtship.

How many Essays are in the collection?
A dozen. Not a bakers dozen, a real dozen, yessireebob. 

What makes Emotionally Pantsed different from other memoirs?
From what I’ve been told, it’s very relatable. I hope that’s true. I like to think we share more things in common than not, we just don’t talk about them. Dishing about what’s-not-on-the-table is how I’ve been since I flew out of the canal.

One of my essays titled Shitvitation is about my seemingly affable apartment manager who asked me if he could use my bathroom one day to pee. Yeah. Okay. Whatever. He ended up dumping New York’s entire sewage system into my defenseless porcelain goddess. What am I retarded?! Did he think I wouldn’t notice?

Another essay chronicles my masturbating catastrophes and let me tell you, I almost killed people trying to reach an orgasm on more than one occasion.

I wrote two essays about dating, internet dating, and that twenty-something-trying-to-find-yourself-datemare time in my life.

The most difficult essays to write were about seeing a psychiatrist and being in-treatment, precipitated by gross medical negligence with respect to having Graves’ disease.

I dished plenty about my unbelievably beautiful and loving, dysfunctional family, my dad’s open heart surgery, my maternal grandmother’s Alzheimer’s disease and prolapsed uterus because Alzy’s just wasn’t enough. I wrote about my paternal grandmother’s suicide, my dog’s death and everything in between.

I’ve always created words, especially adjectives and subjects, versus using traditional words, from titles to actual content. In Emotionally Pantsed I created hundreds of words. PS: I don’t have word salad disease, just a passion for inventing words because they feel more descriptive at times.

A few words I created in my book, Mensversation = menses dish. Vulvacabulary = dating. Carbivore = drug of choice, carbohydrates. Shrinktails = Psychiatrist who prescribes drugs, also yarns I wrote to my psychiatrist as part of my therapy. Endodatable = new endocrinologist. Feeteye = fetus. Lukabetes = Leukemia and diabetes. Peenyfairs = sex with random men, and the list goes on and on and on.

Why did you write Emotionally Pantsed?
I’d been writing essays for years. I knew that I wanted to pull together a collection. One day I was listening to Joni Mitchell’s song BLUE (love’ha by the by). I was thinking about the essays I’d written and where I was at in my life, which was not a festive place. I was very sick and very reclusive. I wanted to make sense of how I got to that point in my life. I have a history of, “Writing my way back to myself.” That’s how Emotionally Pantsed came to be.

Where can I buy the book?!
The minute it comes out, you’ll be able to buy it straight from the publisher, So New Media Publishing, Amazon and other venues TBA.

What are you writing now?
I’m working on a few things, a collection of non-fiction short, dark stories that aren't funny. I'm popping my non-comedy cherry on this one. Three stories into it, I’m intrigued enough to keep writing. I’m also collaborating on some essay projects and web projects that I’m very excited about and writing a play, etc. etc. etc. etc. I realize this all sounds, oh so cryptic. All details will be revealed soon, beautiful babies.