Gloria Teague

When I was a little red-haired girl I used to live in what was to become known as “The Zone”, a place never to singularly hear the voice of Rod Serling, see the profile of Alfred Hitchcock, or feel the jet-stream of a passing super hero, but rather a cacophonic blend of all of the above. In “The Zone” I sang with Alvin and the other Chipmunks, rode with the Lone Ranger on my trusty stick horse, and wore my mother’s voluminous half slip on my head, visualizing it as long golden tresses instead of the red hair that I didn't realize I was blessed with until much later. I was born in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains into the most wondrous, crazy family ever to be bestowed upon a child. My family told me that my imagination could be my best friend. I’ve never had any reason to dispute that since it’s helped me to cope with life’s bumps and bruises. And because my family was so unique (at least in my heart), we created many memories together, some of them were even good ones.

And there are times (shhh!) that I've used those memories as fodder for stories.

Interview on Jozette's Desk Web Site

Blog Talk Radio Interview - Beyond the Surgeon's Touch-click to play

Blog Talk Radio Interview- Saturday Night Cocoa Fudge -click to play.

Give me a shout!

gteague@cimtel.net