Iolanthe Woulff is a transsexual woman. SHE'S MY DAD is her debut novel.
Iolanthe "Lannie" Woulff came into the world as a male during the fifth year of the Truman presidency, which means that she is rapidly acquiring the status of an antique. In 1958 her family moved from Manhattan to the island of St. Thomas, which in those days was a sparsely-populated tropical dot in the Caribbean. There "Nate", as Lannie was known in those days, spent several idyllic years gleefully swinging from jungle vines and swimming on the world's most beautiful unspoiled beaches. She treasures many poignant memories of that lost paradise, which, alas, is no longer.
Moving back to the mainland in 1964, Lannie attended The Maret School in Washington, D.C. As the Vietnam War raged and protest movements convulsed the nation, she gained admission to Princeton, and after escaping the inaugural Selective Service lottery by a scant fourteen points, graduated in 1973 with a degree in English. For several ensuing years she lived in New York City and worked for her uncle, who was then developing an early prototype hybrid vehicle. That was during the Studio 54 era, the so-called "Me Decade", which Lannie experienced at full throttle while writing a coming-of-age novel which fortunately remained unpublished.
In 1980, at the urging of her younger brother, she moved to Israel, where together they opened a diving business on the Red Sea. When the Lebanon War wiped out the tourist trade and with it their business, she returned stateside to raise pedigreed Black Angus cows on a family farm in northern Virginia's famous Hunt Country. The rolling hills and pastoral beauty of that area provide the setting for SHE'S MY DAD.
Succumbing to the lure of the West in 1987, she finally settled for good in the California resort town of Palm Springs. Ten years later, fulfilling a lifelong imperative, Lannie commenced the complex and emotionally turbulent process of gender transition. During the process she authored a column called "The T Dance" in one of the local LGBT magazines, before turning her attention full-time to fiction writing.
Lannie is the proud parent of a beautiful and accomplished daughter, loves to tease her generic tabby cat Xena, and looks forward to spending timewith her eminent father, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author Herman Wouk.
Storytelling has always been dear to Ms. Woulff's heart. Her hope is that besides providing a suspenseful read, SHE'S MY DAD will help to dispel some of the widespread misconceptions about transsexual people.
Finally, having mastered the art of writing about herself in the third person, and believing that one must always retain a sense of humor, Lannie is writing another novel.
Birth Place: New York, NY USA
Accomplishments: SHE'S MY DAD has been honored as a Finalist in the GLBT category of the 2010 Next Generation Indie Book Awards.
2010 Rainbow Awards - Winner: Best Bisexual/Transgender Contemporary.
Finalist: Mystery/Suspense, 2011 Global eBook Awards.
Poetry Purple Pickles by Iolanthe Woulff I once chanced upon a random poetry challenge, the idea of which was to compose a poem based upon a stated nonsensical title. This was the somber result.... La Vieja Loca by Iolanthe Woulff In Spanish, ‘Vieja Loca’ means ‘Crazy Old Woman’.... The Bug by Iolanthe Woulff Based upon one of those seemingly-mundane incidents which, upon reflection, provided much food for thought.... The Callous Sophisticate by Iolanthe Woulff No, I most certainly do not know anyone like this. Perish the thought! This is merely a poetic flight of fancy. (Besides, I went to Princeton, not Yale.)... The Web by Iolanthe Woulff A very profound experience for me, the memory of which will never fade.... Dragon Iconoclast by Iolanthe Woulff Possibly I need to to cut back on the caffeine...... Bulldozer, Bulldozer by Iolanthe Woulff Another piece from the collection I call "Lannie's Eco-Angst".... Lunar Eclipse by Iolanthe Woulff Astronomical occurrences -eclipses in particular- have always filled me with a sense of fascination and awe. I wrote this after observing one such event. ... The Boy In The Old Photo by Iolanthe Woulff Too many children die every year from accidental drownings in swimming pools. Each of those deaths is unnecessary. To parents who have small children and a swimming pool, for the love of your little o... Celebrities by Iolanthe Woulff The public's obsessive preoccupation with entertainment industry "stars" has metastasized to the point that any fool willing to humiliate him/herself on a reality show is labeled a "celebrity". I fin... Queer by Iolanthe Woulff Tea, anyone?... Calming Waters by Iolanthe Woulff Self-explanatory... I hope.... Dust Catcher by Iolanthe Woulff About the peculiar power of a simple keepsake to keep alive old memories...... Lady of Perpetual Guilt by Iolanthe Woulff Written one self-indulgent afternoon during a fit of feeling worthless. Ever have one of those...?... Owl & Pussycat...Revisited by Iolanthe Woulff If I had any clue where this came from, I'd tell you. Well, maybe I wouldn't...(ahem.)... Vanity Reflections by Iolanthe Woulff Living a spoiled, shallow, superficial life catches up to a person... sooner or later.... Lust by Iolanthe Woulff At my age, this is purely of a speculative nature. But I dimly remember a time...... Rat-Bit by Iolanthe Woulff While I've been fortunate enough to avoid this particular life upset, many others haven't. Still, it's never too late to start over.... The Lady Upstairs by Iolanthe Woulff Everyone has their own personal belief system. This is an expression of mine.... Song of the Multi-Nationalist by Iolanthe Woulff And now the Lords of Avarice have put the Gulf of Mexico on Death Row. Gee, what a surprise... ... Egomaniatrix by Iolanthe Woulff There was a time -thankfully now long in my past- when I had an elitist tendency to be judgemental about nearly everything. I wrote this as a tongue-in-cheek recollection of those intemperate days. ... Let's Cat Serious by Iolanthe Woulff The form of this piece is, of course, "borrowed" (ahem) from Edward Lear's incomparable nonsense poem THE AKOND OF SWAT. In my dreams, I fancy that Mr. Lear might've liked it.... The Industrial Sludge Waltz by Iolanthe Woulff I wish Johann Strauss could arise from the grave and write me a dreamy melody for this...... Watch Where Y'Shoot by Iolanthe Woulff For no reason that I can recall, the first line of Longfellow's famous poem sprang into my mind, and it just went off in the following unexpected direction...... TV Anchors by Iolanthe Woulff Having come of age back in the era of Walter Cronkite and the Huntley/Brinkley Report, I find that today's television news readers lack any trace of those gentlemen's gravitas. I wrote this in a sni...