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Tuesday, December 2nd, is the big day! Search for White Trash Rising on Amazon.com or search my name! If it is not crap, please leave a positive review! Other than a glass of wine on Shabbat or a sip of John's beer, I don't think I have actually been "drunk" since New Year's Eve, 1999. The words from Animal House finally got through to me. "Fat, Drunk, and Stupid is no way to go through life." A few lines about the eighties: The More I Drink There was an unspoken rule t

Tuesday is the big deal. I will have a book for sale on Amazon. Still amazes me. I wrote a book that is almost 800 pages long. It has moments of humor, sadness, horror, and struggle. I show the reader the reality of generational trauma and how it haunts. Your parents are your teachers; their words and their actions teach you how to react, how to cope, and infiltrate every relationship. In turn, they learned from their parents, and so on. We carry with us the trauma of

I am sharing some of the edited-out stories. This does not mean the people in these stories mean any less; it just means I could write an Encyclopedia Britannica about them, so I had to keep it short. There is a song by K.T. Oslin called "Eighties Ladies," and when it comes up on my playlist, I always listen to it all the way through. It's a song that makes me lonesome, sad, happy, nostalgic, homesick, and so very grateful for the opportunity I had to meet Lori and Bridget.

So many stories, so little room! I had to cut some of the stories because there just wasn't room, and I already had so many characters. But they are essential stories too! I am going to post some of the stories that had to be edited out for continuity. Remember, book on Amazon next week! YIKES   Dad’s older brother, Lester, was a short, stubborn guy known for being bull-headed. He was shorter than Dad and had a slim build, with a shock of white hair that stood straight u