Hello! I’m a writer and my latest book about singing came out in July, 2013 (Algonquin Books). We scrapped the original title and went with, Imperfect Harmony: Finding Happiness Singing With Others. My agent’s reaction, “Ohmygod, Stacy. You have a book with ‘happiness’ in the title.” We had a good laugh over that one.
Before that I wrote Unbelievable: Investigations into Ghosts, Poltergeists, Telepathy, and Other Unseen Phenomena from the Duke Parapsychology Laboratory. Scientists have always disdained parapsychology, but there was a brief moment in the early 1930′s when the scientific community thought, well, okay, ectoplasm, seances and table rappings aside, maybe there’s something going on here.
And, the book before that one was The Restless Sleep: Inside New York City’s Cold Case Squad. When enough time has gone by, I’d like to write about what it was like to work on a book about the NYPD. (It was very hard.)
My second book, Waiting for My Cats to Die: a morbid memoir, came out in 2001. It’s about my mid-life crisis on one level, but really, on a deeper level it’s about this: I don’t want to die.
I do a few other things besides write. In 1990 I founded a NYC-based online service (aka social network) called Echo. Echo is an online community filled with people who log in everyday to talk about whatever—work, love, how hard life can be, and what’s on TV (my favorite obsession). I wrote about Echo and the internet in a book called, Cyberville: Clicks, Culture and the Creation of an Online Town. I stopped doing anything to promote Echo years ago, but I’m glad it’s managed to survive. In between writing and research, TV, and the occasional movie or book, I love talking to people on Echo.
I grew up on Long Island, got a B.F.A. from Tufts University and the School of the Museum of Fine Arts, and a graduate degree from the Interactive Telecommunications Program at NYU. I was once a telecommunications analyst for the Mobil Corporation. It feels like so many lifetimes ago. I can’t believe I used to wear a suit almost every day. Still, learning how to function in that environment was useful.
What else? I’m a very occasional contributor (once in a blue moon) to the NPR show, All Things Considered, I drum in a band called Manhattan Samba, and I sing with the Choral Society of Grace Church. And, if it’s not obvious already, you will soon see I am way too attached to my cats.
Sadly, Buddy, the gray one on the left up there in the banner, has died. Finney is the black one. I used to call them Satan’s Fur Puppets (because they are evil), but I guess it just Satan’s Fur Puppet now.
Update: I have a new kitten named Bleeck (for Bleecker Street). He is as evil as all the rest, so of course I love him.