Funny Girl with a Serious Attitude
- San Francisco, California, United States
- February 02
- Author, Award-Winning Journalist, Poet, Short Stories, Humor and Art Culture
- Award-Winning Investigative Journalist, (Edward R.Murrow Recipient) and 5 Others), Essayist, Short Story writer, Historian, Humorist, Poet and Author.
Interests of Passion I write about:
Musings & Studies about the human condition, family history, memoirs & humor, Japanese & Jewish Culture, adult and parent-child relationships, political satire, art, writers, inspirational-themed studies, the 442nd Infantry, the empowerment of both men & women, music including jazz and rock and roll, the culture of the 1970's and more.
Recent Published Work For:
The Japanese American National Museum- (including articles featured in exhibit.)
The Chicago Sun Times
The Huffington Post
The Jewish Journal of Los Angeles
The Lakeview House International Journal (Poetry)
The Jewish News Weekly ofSan Francisco
USA on Race.com
Discover Nikkei.org (Japanese American National Museum)
The Printed Blog
The Benicia Herald
The Daily Buzz
The Syndicated News . . . and others
My essays are now published in a series of Textbooks about multiculturalism called "Multiculturalism in America: Opposing Viewpoints."
Currently -- I am writing a book of poetry, as well as a compilation of short stories and essays
Radio & T.V. includes appearances on syndicated national talk radio programs, including for CBS Radio and others wherein I have discussed politics, parenting, anti-aging/health as well as comedy appearances about pop culture.
The Edward R. Murrow Award, 2 Golden Mike awards, 4 Society of Professional Journalists First awards and The Los Angeles Press Club. Awards were granted for Excellence in Reporting for both print and broadcast reporting.
Blogs & Sites :
I've Got Issues --- www.francescabiller.org
The Elephant Journal
The Huffington Post
Facebook @francesca biller
Facebook Writer/Fan Page - @francescabiller-humorist-writer-author
MY RECENT POSTS
- Shirley Temple and Why I
Became a Good Girl
February 12, 2014 09:59PM
- Erotic Truths about a Female
January 03, 2014 11:14PM
- Dancing Along the Fringe
December 19, 2013 11:16PM
- My Jewish Buddhist Christmas .
. . Soy Veh?
December 07, 2013 08:21PM
- My Japanese Jewish Girl Fears
September 18, 2013 10:10PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “So much left
January 03, 2014 11:20PM
- “Thank you James,
December 20, 2013 01:45PM
- “I am pleased that you
December 20, 2013 12:56AM
- “Darker than some of my
poems, and yet lighter.”
December 19, 2013 11:17PM
- “James M. Emmerling,
Thank you for kind comments
sentiments, I am proud to
December 09, 2013 07:47PM
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I cannot remember a time as a young girl when I was not in love with Shirley Temple.
One of my earliest memories is of me wearing a short, silk chiffon dress and tap dancing high upon a tabletop, pretending it was a shiny white piano of course, as I sang… Read full post »
My first memory as a nubile young girl includes long hours spent reading and sifting through books in my father's crowded library by the sea. Hot and gently bent summer afternoons, bleak wintry mornings and endless tall weekends amongst dusty classic and rare books forged my longing for living… Read full post »
When in doubt, weather the storms
Whether or not they come to you,
In the deepest and darkest of still nights
Or if you seek them
Out in the twilight
You'll be better off for it,
All steadfast and breathless-
As you mine silent along the core,… Read full post »
As a kid, I thought that everyone celebrated Christmas the way our Buddhist Jewish family did.
You know, trying to find a beautiful tree at “half off, get one free” that we decorated with origami cranes and Stars of David’s made out of leftover matzoh.
Oy Vehish! … Read full post »
As a Japanese-Jewish American girl, I have suffered.
It's not just that both of my tribes were placed in camps because they were simply born, or perhaps hated for being smart, bold, different, and even oddly wonderful.
As a Jew, I am reminded continually that I am lucky to be… Read full post »
While the young boys cried,
The older ones wept with bombs
In the stillness of never,
In the absence of light.
Hot shadows nicked their arms,
As mothers kissed goodbye
As fathers shot the last wheat-songs,
And letters preached for writings.
Nothing was said and yet everyth… Read full post »
Maybe you aren't as weird and strange as you think, but if you are, this could be a great thing.
Because the strangest people in the world invent things, they think outside of boxes that haven't yet been made, and often, they help us all to feel less strange as… Read full post »
"How can you stand to watch so much horrible news all of the time?" my pre-teen asks me.
"And they are usually wrong anyway," she says, as she walks out of the room rolling her eyes.
Out of the mouths of babes, I think.
But I… Read full post »
As a young child, I did not realize how fortunate I was to have a Buddhist mother.
I simply assumed that all children grew up with the gifts of wisdom, sound solace and a tangible sense of calm.
But after I flew the safe nest and breast of my mother,… Read full post »
1. Not all Men are Bad
Yes, there are a few bad apples in every bunch . . . but most men are not only not bad but even quite wonderful if you give them half or even a quarter of a chance.
If you have female friends or family who… Read full post »
The ever-ironic and witty Mark Twain once said, "The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter. The moment it arises, all our hardnesses yield, all our irritations and resentments slip away, and a sunny spirit takes their place."
Little did he know how wise and truly… Read full post »
I am not by nature or nurture an angry woman, but sometimes I get a Bee in my Bonnet and simply need to allow my well-heeled anger to buzz as much as any reeling, radical and righteously raving man.
But this is one rare time when my feminine flourishing must leave me.… Read full post »
Like Obama, I too was born in Hawaii and even attended a high school not far from his alma mater.
It is likely I also shared the same rickety bus he did called The Express, which used to rattle its way through the different 1970's multicultural neighborhoods of humid/… Read full post »
Rodney Dangerfield once lamented, "I was so ugly, my father carried around a picture of the kid who came with his wallet."
My dad too carried with him a lot of acerbic wit, and often we couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
I will never forget the feeling… Read full post »
There is nothing scarier for a racist than the prospect of a smart black man.
Someone has to say it.
While the Obama camp has been publicly conscious that the President might "ever" appear as the angry black male, with all of the ugly parables and historical conclusions/… Read full post »
Until I was about four, I thought my first name was Shutup.
No kidding, and what's worse . . . I learned to like it.
I'll never forget the sound of kids laughing at me at a Los Angeles playground when I told them that Shutup was my name.
And this… Read full post »
There was a time not too long ago when I thought I had lost everything, including myself.
This was a period of darkness I had never known.
When I caught a glimpse of my own image in the mirror, I did not recognize myself as I had lost my… Read full post »
In Japanese culture, it is considered shameful to brag or boast loudly or even in whispers about one's accomplishments.
Rather, we are taught from birth that our actions speak for themselves; and that the more calm, stoic and resolute we are about our deeds-- the more they in fact matter.… Read full post »
If there is one thing we can all agree on now that Barack Obama has won another term-- is that it was easily the most stressful and unnerving Presidential race in the history of our United States.
And whether or not you happen to be a Republican, Democrat, Independent, or… Read full post »
Even at the ripe young age age of 95, she dumped her much younger boyfriend of 78 because "he didn't bother to vote in the presidential election."
It is another crisp Fall afternoon with owl-shaped orange and crimson leaves falling, falling in front of her dust-free window.
The silence is darkly deafening and her heart screams.
She shakes her smallish head and pounds her rickety fists into the air, but not on purpose.
Sue is jones… Read full post »