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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"Me Decade", which Lannie experienced at full throttle while writing a coming-of-age novel which fortunately remained unpublished.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.

Gold Medal: Fiction/Intrigue, 2011 Reader's Favorite Awards.
     



Books

She's My Dad by Iolanthe Woulff
A transsexual woman must overcome unforeseen coincidences and prejudices in order to prove to herself and others that love can prevail over hate. ...
  

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Poetry

A British Petroleum Afternoon
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Not much more to say, is there?...


Mom-in-Law
 by Iolanthe Woulff
This poem is more of a free fantasy tha a reflection of personal reality, since I am blessed with the most wonderful mother-in-law imaginable. ...


That P Word
 by Iolanthe Woulff
I don't remember when I first noticed that the adjective "perky", particularly when applied to a woman, has become a deeply disdainful pejorative. Why is that? ...


Organized Religion
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Most of us are familiar with the term “Freedom of Religion”, but how about “Freedom from Religion”? This was written many years ago, before my upbringing-imposed religiosity was (fortunately) replaced...


So Long, Mr. Hot Pants
 by Iolanthe Woulff
When I first posted this in a long-vanished online poetry forum, it caused a bit of a stir. Some readers offered positive commentary, but others seemed highly incensed by what they perceived to be my ...


Slough of Despond
 by Iolanthe Woulff
With respects to John Bunyan, an allegorical pilgrimage of a different sort....


Malibu Majesty
 by Iolanthe Woulff
I imagine that most of us, at one time or another, have encounted some version of this not-so-sweet young thing....


Lament for Eden
 by Iolanthe Woulff
As loggerheads are suffocated in crude oil, and wolf pups are gunned down from the sky, and rain forests are clear-cut, and on and on and on......


The Faithbug
 by Iolanthe Woulff
I strongly object to having my personal boundaries violated by those zealots who, booklets in hand, roam about public spaces pushing their various religious agendas. To each their own, of course, but....


Rain of Toxic Terror
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Every day, it seems, we learn about new wonders cooked up by the modern Frankensteins in their labs. But what of the consequences...?...


Infertility's Child
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Inspired by my personal experience with this most difficult issue....


Chemical Appeal
 by Iolanthe Woulff
"Better living through Chemistry"... Oh, really?...


Fussbudget
 by Iolanthe Woulff
This is pure fiction, although, like most folks, I do occasionally have my obsessive-compulsive moments....


Heaven
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Waking up in a fractious mood one morning, I turned on my radio and heard the sentimental old song "Cheek to Cheek" playing. Well, by gum, I wasn't having any of THAT, and scribbled this off in someth...


Pity Party
 by Iolanthe Woulff
One too many afternoon yack shows, a bit of hair-tearing, and this was the result....


ICUR12B Shallow
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Back in the Dark Ages of the Internet, when America Online was a paid service, I submitted this poem to their poetry contest. To my great astonishment, I won. The Grand Prize was 10 free hours on AOL....


Enchanted Infanta
 by Iolanthe Woulff
A cousin of mine once wryly observed that a girl he knew suffered from an "infinite entitlement complex". I loved that phrase, and came up with this whimsical riff about a sweet thing who's elevated t...


The Insecticide Boogie
 by Iolanthe Woulff
I suspect that in the long run insects will inherit the earth anyway, so this is a battle we've already lost....


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....


Small Town Visitor
 by Iolanthe Woulff
This is a re-post of an earlier poem. (I'd used up my allotted space, and had to take it down.) Anyway, it's a fanciful "I wish" tale of revenge... or just deserts, depending on your viewpoint....


Nitwits
 by Iolanthe Woulff
I don't recall exactly how I came to write this, but I was obviously having one of Those Days, and it seemed clear to me that civilization was unraveling....


The Trophy Room
 by Iolanthe Woulff
I find the "sport" of killing animals for fun so abhorrent that it makes me look forward to the eventual extinction of humankind....


The Pompous Political Pundit Show
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Some time ago, I realized that watching the TV pundits invariably left me feeling angry, disgusted, depressed, violated and borderline homicidal. So I wrote this, and haven't tuned in since. ...


My American Dream
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Another one of my "Eco-Angst" pieces, inspired by the notorious Love Canal incident. In this era of ascendant corporatist poisoners, does anyone seriously believe that it couldn't happen again...? ...


Triumph of Platitude
 by Iolanthe Woulff
Written on one of those "glass half-empty" mornings, when my patience was at a low ebb....


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