Short humorous stories of Robb, the boy who had his own reserved-seating desk in the principal's office. Following him around, we learn why school is NOT like the game show Jeopardy!, and why trying to sneak a peek at a nude sunbather can be hazardous to your health.
My storytelling career began in kindergarten. Mother made a deal with Mrs. Berry, my teacher. "Don't believe what he says happens at home and I won't believe what he says happens at school."
In first grade, I spent much of my time in the principal's office. Poor Mr. Lewis tried to convey the finer points of classroom etiquette... wait until you're called upon was his main message. But there's always so much to talk about! Today, in addition to writing, I get paid to talk--I teach speech, debate and literature-in-performance.
My first paid writing gig was as a reporter at The Bakersfield Californian, and I learned to write under deadline pressure. I was lucky enough to get coaching from editors of the New Journalism school that favored colorful, crisp writing. After a few years, though, I decided a job with more regular hours was better suited to the demands of raising a family. I made it into the classroom by way of Public Relations and master's in speech communication. My thesis was stories to see how credible they were. Odd, isn't it. The main theme of our adult lives can often be seen in our earliest days.
Today, I finally have time to devote to writing again after many years of raising four kids. My wife of 30 years in working an a PhD in Public Health, and she teaches public health nursing at CSU Chico. I'm still teaching at Shasta College, in Redding, but whenever possible I write. I'm presently working on my third book, Memoirs of a Problem Child--a humorous collection of tall tales. Think of it as a "sortawas."