#TenThingsYouMayNotKnowAbout – #D.G.Kaye | The Write Stuff

I was recently invited over to Marcia Meara’s – The Write Stuff blog, where she’s been running a fantastic summer series, Ten Things You May Not Know About Me. So many authors and bloggers were featured in this series where we get to know some personal things about each one that we’d never otherwise know. Today I’m sharing my feature, but I also encourage you to visit some other entries in this wonderful series.

#TenThingsYouMayNotKnowAbout – #D.G.Kaye

I’m sure today’s author needs no introduction for most of you, but just in case there are some new folks reading along, I’m delighted to say that author D. G. Kaye is with us today. Debby is widely known in the blogging/writing world as a memoirist and a writer who generously spreads humor wherever she goes. Please help me give Debby a big welcome this morning. Debby? You’re on!


Thank you so much Marcia, for inviting me to share some of myself here today in your wonderful series – #TenThingsYouMayNotKnowAboutMe.

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In high school, I always managed to maintain an over 80 average – despite my one year failing art and gym! Yes, art and gym! How do you fail art and gym? Well, I did. I was the girl in the Janis Ian song – At Seventeen – when choosing sides of basketball, I’d be last pick. I was nowhere near athletic, nor was I interested in sports. My only saving grace was dance segment and health classes which helped bring up my saggy average in that class. I remember getting booted for a class or two when I was caught cutting across the track field instead of running the length of it, hoping I wouldn’t be discovered doing so, to no avail. And don’t even get me started with those ugly blue rompers, sack-like outfits we had to wear. Art was a whole ‘nother thing. I still cannot color in the lines! Even when it comes to my book covers, I have the vision of what I want, but cannot express with drawing anything with my own hands – okay, maybe stick people.

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Ambidextrous, I am, sort of. A weird mixture of one who writes with her right hand yet does most other things with the left. I also sucked at baseball because I have to wear a glove on my left hand for catching, and must take it off to throw the ball back with my same left, leaving a runner too much time before I could throw back the ball. I have no sports coordination with my right hand. When I attempted in my younger years, to play guitar, that was also strumming with the left hand. It’s complicated.

3.
Before I met my husband, I was in an abusive relationship with someone for seven years. I realized it after the first year of living together, but by then I was trapped. I have written much on the subject, but to this day am still petrified of publishing anything about those years, for fears of being sued by my vindictive stalker and abuser.

4.
I had many jobs and careers in my younger years. I was never fired, always left on my own volition. My earlier days were working in the fashion industry – selling clothes and doing the buying for some of those stores. I did a lot of temp secretarial in between jobs, and I was an executive secretary to the general manager of one of our downtown hotels for a few years. Before that, I worked for a photography company doing company sales for family portraits. My job took me all over the province of Ontario – with me as the driver. Those were my fearless days. I also became a certified travel agent, not because I wanted to work in an agency, but I’d struck a deal with an agency owner, I’d bring him clients on the side so I could keep my regular job and get my travel perks, commissions and benefits from the agency. I became office manager for an architectural firm, and later for a construction company, and then a real estate company. In my 30s, I went to ‘dealer’ school and became a certified casino dealer for blackjack and poker, then ultimately, became a pit boss. After a few years doing that, I got scouted out to work for a private company doing private parties. I only worked two or three nights a week and made more money (in tips) than I did all week working in a casino. I ultimately met my husband who was a guest of someone I knew at one of those parties. Once my husband moved in with me, he didn’t want me to work anymore. I must admit, it felt weird not working when I’d worked since a teenager.

5.
I am an empath and very spiritual and sense when spirits are around me. As of yet, I have not directly sensed my own husband directly around me, but, I have definitely received many signs. I am an empath who can sense spirit by smell and touch and an inner knowing, this makes me clairsentient, clairalient, and claircognizant. I also read souls through looking into eyes, sort of like a human lie and empathy detector. This has never failed to be an alert system for me. Except when I was younger and dismissed what I thought I saw. I rely on my instincts to guide me. My father and my dear aunt come to visit me sometimes. I know when they are around, my body starts to shiver, and I can smell my aunt’s perfume or my father’s cigarette smoke when they appear.

Please visit Marcia’s blog to contine reading, and I hope you enjoy! ❣

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50 thoughts on “#TenThingsYouMayNotKnowAbout – #D.G.Kaye | The Write Stuff

  1. I enjoyed reading these things about you on Marcia’s site. You’ve had quite an interesting life, my friend.

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  2. Thanks for passing this on, Debby! I hope even more folks will stop by to enjoy your #TenThings list! (And just so everyone knows, this series has been running for well over a year, and is so much fun, I plan to keep it going as long as I have folks who want to take part.)

    Thanks for being a guest, Debby, and I encourage those who haven’t read your post to stop by and do so asap! 😊❤️

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      1. Time sure does fly, indeed! And I never expected #TenThings to go over so big, Debby, but as long as there are people wanting to take part, why not set them up? Everyone seems to enjoy learning more about our writing and blogging friends. I know *I* do!

        Sorry I haven’t been up to responding much yet, but I AM improving. The last few days allowed me to catch up a bit with Liking and Sharing here and there, and hopefully one day, I’ll be going at 100% again. (Well … 100% of whatever one goes at when one is facing 80 in less than 2 years! 😂😂😂) Have a great day! 😀 ❤

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  3. Great to learn some new things about you, Deb. Number 6 struck me, because you describe it as ‘plunking back into’ your body. That’s exactly how it feels sometimes. I once woke up to find I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. As I started to panic, I told myself to go back to sleep and all would be well when I awakened again. And it was. I later consulted a medicine man who told me I’d astral traveled but had only partially re-entered my body before waking up. Knowing this can happen is frightening, but I took comfort in knowing it should the same thing happen again. It hasn’t. Yet🙂 Thanks so much for sharing with us, sis. You’ve had a very active and varied career life! Hugs❤️

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    1. Hi T. Thanks for sharing that experience you had. I’d never thought about possibly getting ‘stuck’ as although I may have had other astral experiences, that one time is the only one I remember so vividly. So glad you enjoyed learning more of my colorful past. ❤ ❤

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      1. You know you’ve found a kindred spirit when each of you has moved and changed careers as often as we have! We are travelers – perhaps sojourners – by nature, be it in the physical world or on the astral plane ❤️❤️

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  4. I enjoyed reading your ten things, Debby. Some I knew, some I didn’t. If only we’d been at school together, we could have cut across that field together!

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  5. I always like blog posts with titles “Ten Things. . . ” or even “Five Things. . . .” Like you, I was always last when choosing sides of basketball. Your fashion sense does not surprise me at all: Your sense of style is evident in your profile photos and topic choices. I’m over to read more on Marcia’s blog. Great interview! 😀

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    1. Thank you so much for your lovely compliment Marian. And, why am I not surprised that yet another fellow writer wasn’t so proficient in the athletic world? Lol. Thanks again for hopping over to Marcia’s blog. ❤

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  6. What a fun interview, Deb! I laughed and almost cried. First, that song is incredibly moving and if that was you, my heart aches a bit. However, I have no doubt that your enigmatic personality shone through even if you weren’t picked for the basketball team. Art class. Even those of us who later became artists, did not enjoy high school art class, I’m sure. The teachers had a way of spoiling the fun.
    Well, look at you! What a rich working life you’ve had. I can relate to the spiritual indicators. I have the smell ability as well. It can be very alarming until you understand what is happening. Thanks for sharing more about the lovely YOU. xx

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    1. Hi Lis. You are so right, art class, and real art – two different things. But look at you! You are both a writer and an artist even after surviving high school art school, lol. Ya, sadly, that was me in high school, much of a loner, believe it or not. I never improved in the athletic department either lol. But at least God gave me the gift of creativity. And why am I not surprised to learn you have the ‘gift’ of sensing spirit? Hugs ❤ xx

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    1. Hi Jacqui. Thanks for reading. You hit the nail on the head. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Nice to get an intuitive insight about things, but, also, sometimes it’s TMI. 🙂

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  7. Our sparkly UB…your sense of style and individuality shines, always. Loved reading the full post over at Marcia’s. We love you. ❤ xXx ❤

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