How a Ph.D. in literature came to write Arizona for Dummies, disrobe on a travel assignment to a nudist resort—and have a blast along the way.
Creating my book cover image involved an extensive collaborative process. In the end, Venus looked less angry and less like she had a penis.
Getting Naked for Money? Misguided? I couldn’t decide on a title for my book until a friend helped me justify the racier pick.
I grew up in Brooklyn, where migrating birds meant pigeons visiting from New Jersey. I have no patience for standing around and staring at branches, trying to see something I’m not going to be able to identify. But hummingbird banding — and bonding — in southern Arizona turned out to be a life list-worthy experience.
Originally published in More magazine, this Lowell Thomas award-winning story about visiting a nudist resort is the inspiration for my new memoir’s title, but is not the version included in it. I’ve reserved for the book the far funnier back story of how I got the assignment and what it was really like going undercover — and uncovered.