Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s–Preacher's Kids. I ended up using the punchbowl box as an end table for two years.Ģ.

) and a punchbowl (my grandmother's gift) under my arm. I lived in Texas until I was 26 years old, then I moved to New York City with $600.00 in my shoe ('cause muggers won't take it out of your shoe, y'know. TEN THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME by Libba Brayġ. Or that I made everyone call me 'Bert' in ninth grade for no reason that I can think of. Or that I once sang a punk version of 'Que Sera Sera' onstage in New York City. That doesn't tell you that I stuck a bead up my nose while watching TV when I was four and thought I'd have to go to the ER and have it cut out. I could tell you the facts–I lived in Texas for most of my life I live in New York City with my husband and six-year-old son now I have freckles and a lopsided smile I'm allergic to penicillin.īut that doesn't really give you much insight into me.

I think what gets me feeling itchy is all that emphasis on the facts of a life, while all the juicy, relevant, human oddity stuff gets left on the cutting room floor. What is it about writing an author bio that gives me that deer-in-headlights feeling? It's not exactly like I'm going to say 'I was born in Alabama…' and somebody's going to jump up and snarl, 'Oh yeah? Prove it!' At least I hope not.

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray