OK, I feel left out, so here goes. I am writing whatever comes into my head, which may be irrelevent and far less interesting than what I would write if I thought more about it.

I won Elvis Presley’s first album in a raffle (Sun label I believe) and years later sold it by mistake at a garage sale for a dollar. I also won a drawing at The Grand Ole’ Opry out of thousands of people. The announcer talked about it for hours and made a big fuss. It turned out to be dinner for two at a Cracker Barrel.

I can get motion sickness even when reading on a train.

My father was a professional gambler, mostly dog and horse racing. When I was two he would bet people that I could read and he’d win, because I could. One victim got in a fight with him because they assumed I was a midget.

I shared a bedroom with my grandmother who was born in 1877 in Frankfurt, Germany. She told me fascinating stories of life after the Franco-Prussian War, and of coming to America in the 19^thcentury. I know more about that war than The American Revolution.

My first husband was sent to Vietnam when my son was a month old. Neither of us believed we should have been in that war and I was constantly worried he would die in it.

My front lawn is in the movie "As Good as it Gets." They filmed all afternoon and the segment lasts a second.

I used to be known as a really good cook. So I hardly cook anymore because I'd rather be known for just about any other talent.

I enjoy solitude, almost as much as the company of friends.

I drive very fast without realizing it. My license was suspended for a year.

Bill Clinton had his hand right over my upper boob for about two minutes (see this.)

I had copper-colored hair till I was a late teen. People called me "Red."

I double dated with Joan Rivers about 20 years ago when she looked normal. She is actually demure, and when my skeptical kids met her they agreed with me.

Underdogs always get my support.

I have ADD. Just about every marker. I rarely finish projects unless on a strict deadline. That’s why the short essay is a great form for me.

After my second husband died of brain cancer, my first serious boyfriend after him also died of brain cancer. I took care of him in his home as his hospice nurse for a month. When I went with him to the neurological oncologist, she said to me, “Oh no, not you again.”

I’ve had cancer too, discovered early, by chance.

I’ve been on all seven continents, all five oceans, and traveled to over 100 countries. My favorites include Italy, Bali and New Zealand.

I have gone in and out of volunteering at shelters, but find it too difficult dealing with animals without homes.

I dated a baseball commissioner. I was a better baseball player than he was and I'm not athletic.

I’ve eaten deer penis. As for vegetables, I love parsnips and used to grow my own. I’m a foodie and so are my sons; one was the food critic at one of the two major magazines in New York.

I like to design and decorate rooms and have done so for many family members and friends. Offices, homes. I seem to have a natural ability to place things in a pleasant way.

I’m excellent at estimating things. If you put a bunch of jellybeans in a bottle I can come close to guessing the amount.

I am shy when it comes to talking to a small group but totally comfortable talking into a camera.

I’m terrible at most board games.

I love most music,have written 17 songs, and learned how to play the piano at 28. I forgot the left hand by 30.

Snorkeling is my favorite outdoor activity. I’m ok at tennis. I walk an hour a day just to get up from the computer.

I used to teach writing workshops at corporations. This was my main money-maker as a single mom.

Last year my 4-year -old granddaughter’s second-best boyfriend was Kate Winslet’s son.