From the Author
I moved to Las Vegas in 2003. Most people move to Sin City buoyant with anticipation. I, however, arrived feeling depressed, deflated and alone. I had just blown out the last flicker of hope for my marriage to my second husband, a charming Kiwi eight years my junior. He was perfect and I loved everything about him. Until his thirteenth beer.
Determined to make a life for myself, I endured the frustrations of looking for a professional level position in a job market where valet parker and cocktail waitress are the coveted career options. The dating scene proved to be equally disheartening. When my first post-divorce date arrived at my door not with flowers in hand, but a brochure detailing his chronic mental condition, I couldn't help but conclude I really know how to pick 'em.
Though I would have preferred to sulk at home weeping over my video of Princess Di's funeral, I forced myself to explore the Vegas nightlife. After several weeks of watching comics perform at an open mic venue, a voice in my head told me to go ahead and sign up for stage time. Since that voice rarely turns out to be the voice of reason, I ignored it until it persisted to the point where I thought, why not? No one in Las Vegas knew me, so what was there to lose?
Despite excruciating anxiety, I did well my first time on stage. I performed quite regularly, and though my neck would predictably blotch up, I never developed a sudden case of Tourette's or lost control of bowel functions as I had feared. I've been making people laugh ever since.
One of my biggest accomplishments came though the local writing community. Although I'd worked as a technical writer for many years, I hadn't explored creative expression until I joined the Henderson Writers Group, a critique group for writers in the Las Vegas Valley. With their help, I crafted my journal entries from my first year alone into what became my memoir, Bastard Husband: A Love Story. The book was also the basis for my one-woman show which ran for 25 performances last spring. Since then, I've also had several personal essays published in anthologies including Chicken Soup for the Soul and I've recorded humorous essays for Northeast Public Radio.
Yes, the little cheerleader from Albany has come a long way. I will be forever grateful to my ex for leading me to my new life. Over the years, we've maintained a friendly connection (living in separate hemispheres helps!) and he's very supportive of my book. At the risk of sounding like the Pollyanna I can sometimes be, I believe everything really does happen for a reason. Most importantly, I've learned that in the end, your heart beats only for yourself.
Sometimes when I'm speaking to groups or I'm walking off stage after a comedy set, I catch myself marveling at the life I've created. And that's the message I wish to share with others--that's it's never too late to identify your talents and share them with the rest of the world.
When you believe in yourself and are willing to put forth some effort, anything is possible!