I still find it hard to believe I’ve written as many books as I have. I just finished my fourth memoir, so if anyone thinks they can’t write their own, too, they’re wrong. Write that in your memoir.
My first book of first class-y essays is My Pan Am Years.
Some former co-workers got ticked at me for recalling things on Facebook they preferred to forget, so I wrote them all down and published them for the world to read. That’s what ya get for trying to re-write history. The cover is a bit amateurish, but my son did it, and I won’t change it:
It was my first effort, which is why I’m editing it again. It’s compiled from Quora answers and posts from here. It’s themed around the Kindergarten “rules” as written in All I Ever Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. When I realized, more than 50 years after the fact, that we’d been sold a bill of goods, I wrote about it.
The first review on it overwhelmed me with gratitude:
This book was…. absolutely…. hilarious!!! My husband recommended this book to me, and I am SO glad that he did. This is a great read: Humorous, witty humor with a tender edge. In today’s world of vulgarity, hate and animosity, it’s so refreshing to read something that can still put a smile on your face and make you feel good when you read it. Thank you for the great read Gigi, hope to see more from you soon!
The third book was re-titled because the new title was dying to get out: Information Contained Herein Deemed Reliable but Not Guaranteed.
I entered it in the Thurber Contest for American Humor back when I still believed regular people had a chance to win things. Nuh-uh. My competition and the finalists for 2019 included a former SNL writer, and a former writer for the Simpsons:
It’s themed around skewed proverbs, one of my favorite things to do.
My most recent and fourth entry for Most Memoirs Written by One Person, is: Please Remain Seated in Your Comfort Zone.
This one is themed as if the reader is an airline traveler. Each chapter has an airline related story at the beginning and each is named for a part of a flight. I got real tired of hearing people tell each other to “get out of their comfort zone.” No way. I worked hard to get a seat there:
If you are so inclined as to read these, please leave me a review. Very much appreciated!
Not the last one, but the only children’s book I’ve done so far, How Do I Know I’m Not a Cow.
It was inspired by the question posed on Quora by a troll. They are good for something at any rate: