Diana Reed Slattery
Here are the relevant biographical tidbits.
At age three, I ran away from home for the first time, crossing
at least five streets before I was caught. I was a curious child, in
many senses of the word, and took exploration seriously.
At age seven, I was talked down from the 3rd story roof of our house, where I was dressed up as Wonder Woman, amusing my friends, getting ready to fly.
At age eight, I organized the kids on my block into the Shadow
Club, and we’d send telepathic messages back and forth from our secret
At nine, lying under the stars in the Adirondacks, I tried to contact
alien intelligences telepathically. My message was: I know you are out
there. If you want to contact me, I promise I’ll listen.
I read nothing but science fiction and cosmology from the age of nine
through thirteen when an interest in fast boys with fast cars saved me
from a life of total geekiness, steering me instead toward a career in
petty crime, from which I was saved by the sweet chaos of the 60’s. I
had also run out of all the science fiction in the Albany Public
Library system. I was prepared for psychedelics.
But were psychedelics prepared for me?
After much water over the dam and under burning bridges, I arrived in
the present moment, not a moment too soon.
I am an officiant for the First Transdimensional Bank, Church, and Half-Bakery, if you want to get married, christened, or buried with a fabulous ceremony.
The rest is boilerplate.