jd, a displaced Bronx housewife, lives in Southern Virginia with her husband. Her genteel surroundings belie her sharp wit and her “fight or flight” outlook on life.

She shared “I fell asleep one evening in ‘78 and when I awoke I had traveled forward 30 years. My hips had expanded like a super nova; I was wearing stretch-top pants and a Poof Momma Doggie tee shirt. Ozzy Osbourne had replaced Ozzie and Harriet and Cheech and Chong had gone Wall Street.

Teachers accept homework written on cocktail napkins. Fabric that roughly covers the genitals is acceptable school dress. The Pledge of Allegiance is under revision and Martha is a convicted felon. Somewhere I took a planetary turn.”