Growing up in Great Neck, NY (as my husband says, a “Princess from the Island of Long”), I loved to write and could always be counted on to take creative license where none was called for. (To whit, the Ode to Geometry I foisted on my eighth grade math teacher.) It just never occurred to me to try to make a living at it. So, what was a Jewish only child to do? Why, go to medical school, of course.
I didn’t write for years (thus sparing my medical school classmates and instructors Ode to Diseases of the Bowel). After graduation, I moved with my then husband to Tucson, AZ. (He wanted to be an archeologist and put his studies on hold so I could finish my medical training. In return, I told him I’d do my psychiatry residency wherever he chose to get his Ph.D., not for one moment thinking he’d pick a city with no Nordstrom.) We divorced soon after and I vowed not to marry again for a long, long while.
A year later, Tim (a fellow psychiatric resident), tricked me into going on a date. We’ve been together ever since, progressing through the all important M’s -- Monogamy, Moving in, Mortgage and Matrimony. And now, unfortunately, Motor home.
But, I’m getting ahead of myself. We moved to Colorado in 1993 and several years later, my first book, I Know You Really Love Me, on stalking, was published. I got to do a lot of media and travel around the country for speaking engagements to forensic and law enforcement groups. Since all this exposure involved beefing up my wardrobe, I was happy to do it. Still, to this day, I count among my greatest accomplishments that our bus was featured as the centerfold of Bus Conversions magazine, thus fulfilling my lifelong ambition of becoming a Miss September. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, again.
I started writing screenplays and cut down on my practice. I was quite content. Tim, still practicing psychiatry 60 hours a week, was not. His solution was to take a midlife career break (who knew my husband was such a trend-setter?) and live in a converted bus for a year, traveling the country.
“Why can’t you be like a normal husband in a midlife crisis and have an affair or buy a Corvette?” I demanded. “I will never, ever, EVER live in a bus.”
He’s obviously the better shrink: We closed our practices and headed out in August '04 for the year with our two cats who hate each other and a standard poodle who loves licking us all. My memoir, QUEEN OF THE ROAD (Random House gave me the promotion from Princess - I would not have presumed) coming out about all our adventures and misadventures (fire, flood, armed robbery and finding ourselves in a nudist RV park, to name just a few) on June 3rd and for now, we work part time and remain on the road.
My website is www.QueenOfTheRoadTheBook.com. In addition to tons of pictures, (I hope) interesting articles, martini recipes (I know I have your attention now) commemorating our various disasters on the road (fire, flood, armed robbery and finding ourselves in a nudist RV park, to name a few), videos and podcasts, I also have a monthly contest for free books (aside from the fact that the website is just plain fun - trust me on this).
QUEEN OF THE ROAD: The True Tale of 47 States, 22,000 Miles, 200 Shoes, 2 Cats, 1 Poodle, a Husband, and a Bus With a Will of Its Own
I KNOW YOU REALLY LOVE ME: A Psychiatrist's Journal of Erotomania, Stalking and Obsessive Love
Broadway Books (an imprint of Random House) for QUEEN OF THE ROAD
Macmillan (Simon and Schuster) for I KNOW YOU REALLY LOVE ME
World Society for the Protection of Animals
© 2014 Red Room Omnimedia Corporation. All rights reserved.