Carole Ann Moleti: Her Work, Those Troublemakers and the Awesome Things of NY!

New York has been battered more than a little bit in the last couple of years, but nothing compared to the triple whammy we took between September and December 2001. Not only did we deal with the attacks on the World Trade Center, but also anthrax terrorism that had us opening mail with masks and gloves
—outdoors while the fires at ground zero still burned and the air was filled with putrid ash—and the crash of American Airlines Flight 587 in Queens just after takeoff from Kennedy Airport. Global warming has delivered a recent spate of unusual weather with at least three tornados, two of which went right down my block. No one will soon forget the twin sister troublemakers Hurricanes Irene and Sandy.

Here are my archived blog posts on the hurricanes and recollections of 9/11/01. http://cmoleticnm.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2012-09-24T17:22:00-07:00&max-results=7  (hurricanes and 9/11 anniversary) And here, the hurricanes and tornadoes, where pictures are worth more than words.

 http://www.caroleannmoleti.blogspot.com/2010/10/apocolypse-fact-or-fiction.html

But this post isn't going down the feeling sorry for ourselves route. We got through it and are stronger—and gentler—for it. Seriously, before the tornados and big blizzard of 2010, the New York City Public Schools almost never closed. Before our illustrious, and thank goodness outgoing, mayor who stole a third term screwed up the blizzard clean we just got to it. No complaining, this is an upbeat post. Just like the stories I have out or coming out in the Not Your Mother's Book anthologies On Being a Woman and On Parenting. Edgy, raunchy, irreverent and in your face, just this Bronx native who learned early and often to never flinch or you're done for. Nope, New Yorkers (whether upstate or downstate) commiserate instead. And we have a sense of humor.

Take our current boyz behaving badly political campaigns. We have, running for mayor of New York City, Anthony Weiner, aka Carlos Danger, who really believes the fact he text messaged women a picture of his crotch isn't a big deal. And that, after he was forced to resign, we'd really consider re-electing a sexual predator who has returned to the scene of the crime, this time on Facebook—to take over from King, I mean Mayor Bloomberg. Weiner's initial poll numbers reflect New Yorker's amusement, but we're now laughing at John Liu, whose former campaign manager is in jail and thinks legalizing marijuana will solve the stop and frisk problem as well as raise lots of tax revenue. Jeez, see why it takes so much to get our attention?      

     

And of course, there is New York State's ex-governor, Eliot Spitzer, who figured we wouldn't care about having a comptroller with a tricky zipper and hypocritical morals, who enacted a law that put prostitution patrons in jail at the same time as he was partaking of the services of Madame Kristin Davis who, with a brilliant stroke of humor and vengeance, was running against him until she was arrested for a laundry list of other crimes.  

       

Let's not forget Alex Rodriguez, who plans to sue Major League Baseball because he used illegal substances and tried to cover it up but couldn't and somehow still managed to work out a deal to keep playing despite a eighteen month suspension because the Yankees need the money and he's appealed, yet again. Got that? He seems to think if he confuses us, we'll forget. Nope. Not happening.

Downstate is still recovering from Hurricane Sandy, while upstate New York is recovering from Hurricane Irene's devastating floods. I see more and more rebuilding on every trip I make to the Syracuse area. New York City's beachfront communities are still struggling, but we're all doing the best we can.

You might have figured out by now that I write fiction and non-fiction that focuses on women's and political issues. And op-ed that, like a mosquito in the dark, buzzes in the ears of soothsayers and charlatans. Check out the NYMB series for some "girls night out" giggles, Haunted for sweet, paranormal based on my Cape Cod novel series and, in the Ten Tales anthologies Bites, Seers, and Beltane for some Bronx urban fantasy that is only a little past the veil of truth. I write academics because I have to, op-ed and memoir because I must, but I live to write fantasy. All the details, links to my social media and Amazon author pages at http://www.amazon.com/Carole-Ann-Moleti/e/B007ASNBVK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_2 

Carole Ann Moleti lives and works as a nurse-midwife in New York City, thus explaining her fascination with all things paranormal, urban fantasy, and space opera. Her nonfiction focuses on health care, politics, and
women's issues. But her first love is writing science fiction and fantasy because walking through walls is less painful than running into them.

Carole's work has appeared in a variety of speculative fiction venues. Her memoir, Someday I'm Going to Write a Book: Diary of an Urban Missionary, chronicles a career as a public health professional in some of the City's most dangerous areas, 
including the South Bronx, Harlem, and Washington Heights. The title of Carole's mommy memoir,
Karma, Kickbacks and Kids, is self-explanatory. Excerpts of both have been published or are forthcoming in Oasis Journal, This Path, A Quilt of Holidays, and the Not Your Mother's Book series.
(All pictures provided by author)