Picture yourself strolling Philadelphia’s South Street at the height of its “hippest street in town” fame.
You’re stopped by a storefront window where a real live woman sits behind an antique desk, on which sits a now-antique rotary dial phone.
A color photo would show the rich burgundy of the dress. It came from Isaiah and Julia Zagar’s Eyes Gallery, still a South Street landmark.
The woman was me. A freelancer with a knack for ghostwriting who needed more work.
The shingle I painted to hang above my “office” door read “WordsWorth: Custom Crafted Communications.”
A Sunday paper of the time called it “an idea so crazy it might work.”
It did work, until the 90’s brought an ad agency offer I didn’t refuse.
The millennium brought bookselling for Borders and southern relocation. Grandchildren brought me north again, where I got serious about my own writing.
Welcome to my website. Different sort of storefront window. Onto a wider world.