A Memoir

Funny story – my last name used to be “Furey.” Twenty years ago today, when Husband and I started dating, he once said, “Hell hath no woman like a Furey scorned.”

In related news, I wrote a memoir about teaching in Tampa. More about the plot later.

I have two concerns. And by *two* I mean *several.*

1) Should I publish it using people’s real names? I have two versions. One with fake names and one with real names. At first, I changed names and identifying characteristics in order to protect identities. Why? I didn’t want anyone getting fired or divorced. Now. Well. If they’re not going to speak to me, it might as well be for a good reason. Besides, I don’t think anyone will get fired for the revelations within and divorce has already occurred for a few of the characters. So I’m going with real names.

2) Will I get sued? Somehow I doubt it. If memoirists got sued, no one would write memoirs, right?

3) Will I get killed? Again, somehow I doubt it. Besides, my memoir is already out there with real names in it so the list of suspects is compiled. I only changed my husband and children’s names. Why? They’re the only innocent characters in it.

3) What should the title be? This is a story about a sassy and delightful teacher, we’ll call her Catherine. Catherine starts out full of promise and hope. However, she taught in Hillsborough County – the most scandalous school district in the nation. What’s that saying? If you lie down with dogs, you wake up with fleas. As a result, Catherine almost lost her way and her mind. I’m thinking: Hot for Teacher. One of my friends suggested You Don’t Want to Know Her. If you have a better idea, let me know.

If I use your title, maybe I’ll invite you to the launch party.