Ann Ipock
            Humorist, author, speaker


 

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Introduction to Life is Short, But It's Wide

My career as a dental hygienist ended abruptly the day I got the mayor’s mustache caught in my tooth polisher. But instead of sitting around wringing my hands, I found a new profession: I picked up my pen and began writing. More oddities happened and I wrote about them too.

My family has come to expect the unexpected when I’m around. Russell, my husband, is a church administrator…so he isn’t allowed to cuss or get angry with me ever. He’s such a good sport that he even let me tell about the time he nearly bit his tongue in half and ended up at the E.R.—thanks to defective chewing gum. Our daughter Kelly is a kindergarten teacher and married to Chuck; they are the parents to our beautiful granddaughter, Madison, age three. Our daughter Katie is a USC-Columbia sophomore, where she is majoring in flute performance. They’re all extremely kind and patient to allow me to include them in print on a regular basis.

When I began to document these happenings about careers, family, mishaps, and mayhem, I needed a vehicle for my work. My first published piece ran in Pee Dee Magazine, followed by Georgetown Times, where I continue to write a biweekly humor column. I also found outlets in Sasee, Strand Magazine, and Gateway, and discovered I can’t stop writing (and other oddities won’t stop happening)! Soon I had an overflowing pile of columns, which congealed into a first compilation, and then a second which was published as "Life is Short, But It's Wide".  A third book is nearly finished.

Frequently I run into readers in the grocery store, on the beach, downtown, in restaurants, at the beauty shop, and at the mall, who remark that some of the things I’ve mentioned in my columns have happened to them, a friend, or a family member.

For instance, my catching the oven and microwave on fire, enduring life with a golf fanatic, test-driving a red sports car, aging gracefully, living with a snoring spouse, and perfecting the art of Southern cooking. Readers also mention Granny Pinky’s stolen car and her well-groomed dog, Mark, quacky business ventures, unwanted critters, the art of womanhood (hair and fingernails are biggies for me), and bad-luck cars…