Today I have Geralyn Corcillo, author of Miss Adventure! Geralyn is a seriously funny lady with the hint of the ridiculous, which makes her tops in my book!
- My dog Colin. He is young, big, strong, healthy, devoted, and fierce. Of all my dogs, I could depend on him to protect me and snuggle in for warmth.
- A flint. Won’t get ruined, run out, and it works 24/7 to start fires.
- A hatchet. In Gary Paulsen’s awesome and convincing book Hatchet, a kid survives stranded in the Canadian wilderness with nothing but a hatchet. And hey, a well-written book has never let me down before!
- A book all about plants – which ones are poisonous and which ones have medicinal properties.
- NOT my husband. Somebody has to find me!
- Does my faded denim NY Giants tote count? It’s what I carry all my stuff in. And the first thing I put in there is baby wipes. I am constantly picking up litter off the streets. And then I need wipes to wash my hands. Other people’s Taco Bell garbage? Ick!
- Beef jerky. I am a vegetarian (or try to be) but I always have beef jerky with me in case I run across a stray dog or cat who needs help. Beef jerky does wonders for gaining their trust so they will let me help.
- A bottle of water. It seems my Lithuanian fair-skinned heritage has doomed me to be forever thirsty and somewhat dehydrated, which keeps me pasty and flaky, like a first-grader’s art project,
- A spoon. Sometimes I just have to stop at Trader Joe’s or Ralph’s and get myself some raspberry yogurt so I can eat it right then and there.
- An old, scratched CD. Easy to grab and sharp enough to serve as a weapon if you get attacked and go for the jugular. Currently I have the High School Musical CD, which I wore away to nothing. (And I do not have kids.)
- Socks, socks, and more socks. My feet are almost always cold. To me, a happy life is like a cozy pair of socks.
- Sports bras. I simply cannot stand to wear any other kind. Itchy lace or flesh-denting underwire or anything I hook across my ribcage? Life is too short for me to endure such discomfort.
- Many pairs of flannel pajama pants. Like Mr. Rogers and his cardigan, the pajama pants go on the second I come through the front door.
- My supersize supersoft plush terry robe. I wish I could be like Julianne Moore in The Big Lebowski and just be naked all the time except for my hastily thrown on robe.
- The entire inventory of American Eagle T-shirts.
- Every Agatha Christie novel, play, and short story, including those she wrote as Mary Westmacott. And even A Passenger to Frankfurt, the one I could never finish.
- Touch Not the Cat by Mary Stewart. I need to read it every few years. I. NEED. IT.
- Four copies of The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare: one paperback I bought from a scholastic books magazine in 5th grade, one beat-up hardcover printed in the 1960’s that I found at a used book table in a flea market, one hardcover my best friend gave me for Christmas 5 years ago, and one audiobook read by Mary Beth Hurt .
- My gorgeous coffee table book Great Hollywood Movies. All my friends pitched in to buy it for me for my 10th birthday: I was THAT into classic movies.
- My Most Excellent Year by Steve Kluger. Best book ever.
- Coffee filters
- Raw sugar for coffee
- Instant coffee in case the coffee pot goes on the fritz
- Powdered coffee creamer in case we run out of milk.