About

My legal name (at the moment) is Angela Tillotson, but I sometimes write using the name Phoebe Lulu in honor of some of the people I love, but that’s a story for another day.

I love to tell stories, observe nature, especially humans, question life and and share my perspectives, which can travel all the way from sappy to sarcastic. Sometimes my brain is like an unsupervised kid on Halloween with a pillowcase full of candy. Easy, killer. That’s enough. It’s time to settle down. At some point, ya gotta purge some of that shit before you go into a diabetic coma.

I live with bipolar disorder, and I’ve survived my share of shitty situations. Both of these have made kinda crazy, but they also taught me a lot about life. They definitely forced me to learn how to have a tuck-and-roll attitude, and that’s helped me not only survive, but at times even thrive.

I am the love child of Flo the Greasy Spoon Waitress and either Allen Ginsberg or Jack Kerouac (although Jack is better looking, I like to think I belong to Allen). Growing up, I played Barbie’s with Sandra Cisneros. I often ran away, sometimes hiding in Harlem with Langston Hughes, sometimes in Robert Louis Stevenson’s Garden. I played mediator for Simone and Jean-Paul. I hung out at the bar with Bukowski, while I talked with Maya about my childhood. I was married to Hawthorne and had an affair with Shakespeare. I tried to commit suicide with my friends Anne and Sylvia. Now, I write with Salinger. I earned my BA in psychology/criminal justice, and almost completed an MA in English. I spent part of my life working daily with cops, counsel, and criminals. Some of my best friends have been dope fiends, gang bangers, murders, defrauders, and the people who arrest, convict, and baby-sit them. By myself I’ve raised Kane. I’m just an All-American Girl, trying to make it in everybody else’s world.