About Me

Who is that crazy old dyke, anyway?

Photo of DDaleIs it just me, or is it nearly impossible to find books about older women in lesbian fiction and romance? And I don’t mean 40-somethings, either. I’m talking about older with a capital OLD. Well, it kinda ticks me off. So I write stories about older lesbians who are still raising hell and living out loud. I imagine this will not win me a spot on The New York Times Best Seller List.

Here’s the thing: I hate that those of us who are over 50 are invisible within our culture. But maybe the stories I put out there will make us a little less so. Crazy, I know.

I’ve been writing since I scratched out my first essay in 1965. I won a prize for it—a rosary. Every young girl’s dream. But the experience taught me the power of the pen (or St. Joseph No. 2 pencil in this case). Throughout my life I’ve left a trail of poems, short stories, rants and ramblings in my wake—some published, most not. Right now, I’m running out the clock on my career as a copywriter and editor, counting the weeks to retirement.

In past lives I’ve been an artist, designer, musician, and karate student. I survived an Italian grandmother and 12 years of Catholic school. Coming out in the 70s fashioned me into a lifelong lesbian feminist with a fondness for flannel shirts and womyn’s music. (Meg Christian, are you there?)

These days I make my home on a lovely ten-acre plot nestled in the lush, rolling mountains of central Pennsylvania that my wife and I share with two rotten cats, a small flock of spoiled hens, and a herd of white-tailed deer hell-bent on devouring the landscaping.

When I’m not writing I’m usually puttering around the house working on projects better suited to a much younger version of myself.

I love good books, good coffee, and watching the fireflies on warm summer nights.

I will not go gentle into that good night.