About The Life . . .
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d. g. k. goldberg spent her childhood decapitating her Barbie dolls and playing funeral. She spent many pleasant hours reading biographies of Lady Jane Grey, Anne Bolyen, Marie Antoinette, and Mary Queen of Scots after which she practiced putting her head on the coffee table in lieu of a block. Her parents benignly accepted this behavior --- it kept her quiet. At an early age, she developed a hatred of Jean Jacques Rousseau, which endures to this day. |
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She avoided sunlight, team sports, and birthday parties. She was frequently described as a well-behaved child or a small homicidal sociopath intent on murdering her younger sibling. Her earliest memories are of spending many uncomfortable hours receiving intrusive and painful medical treatments. She hated almost everyone and did very well in school. She suffered lasting damage from seeing Jules and Jim in her formative years and occasionally tosses her hair in a fashion she hopes conveys a film noir attitude but essentially just makes her look deranged. |
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Her parents were two contrasting figures of almost mythic proportions who never should have, in the normal course of events --- met, much less married. They obviously loved each other a great deal. Whether or not they liked each other, d g k does not know. We never really know our parents, do we? But they danced together very well and she remembers her mother in a haze of smoke and a swirl of fuchsia chiffon. |
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She had the requisite range of jobs, lovers, husbands, car wrecks, disasters, arrests, crisis, and overdue light bills that writers are supposed to collect. Along the way, she collected a variety of friends, opinions, bruises, delusions, degrees, and professional certifications. She had a real adult job for too many years. She has read almost every biography on Joan of Arc and she’s a touch too obsessed with Rasputin. |
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She is married to Goat, who listened to the Red-Haired Stranger album by Willie Nelson far too often at a critical juncture in his adult development. d g k does admit that "you can’t blame a man for killing a woman who’s trying to steal his horse," is a great line, she just cannot quite figure out why it’s a great line. Her son is The Antichrist. As a Jewish mother, she figures that it’s a pretty good gig. |
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bio by d. g. k. goldberg
Addendum:
Diane Kelly Goldberg had as many sides to her personality as the many stories she wrote. She was a former therapist and licensed clinical social worker, a travel writer, a NASCAR fanatic and writer, a novelist and a prolific short story writer. She was a member of the the Horror Writers Association, the Science Fiction Writers Assciation, and the Internatinal Association of Food, Wine and Travel Writers Association. She traveled to places such as Italy, Russia, Great Britian and Israel as well as almost every state in America. She was also a loving wife and mother and a faithful and supportive friend.
Kelly passed away in Januarry 2004 after a long and hard-fought battle with brain tumors and lung cancer. You won't find the year of her birth here and aren't lineky to see it anywhere else. She was timeless.