At one time or another Sue Lange has been one of the following (pretty much in this order): child, student, potato picker, first chair flautist, librarian, last chair flautist, babysitter, newspaper deliverer, apple picker, form cutter, drama club treasurer, track and field timer, Ponderosa Steak House salad server (before the salad bar days, of course), disco dance instructor, waitress, wire harness assembler, usher, Baskin-Robbins ice cream dipper, volleyball team captain, biology club treasurer, circuit board checker, form reader, day camp counselor, tutor, stock room attendant, nurse aide, chemistry technician, senior chemistry technician, right fielder, Plant Laboratory Supervisor–non-radiological, house sitter, first base, receptionist, stage manager, data input technician, actor, bookkeeper, vocalist, typesetter, songwriter, recording artist, home builder, viticulturist, Digital Production Manager, orchardist, and Applescripter. Lately she's been writing.
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And all that is a proper author's biography, why? Oh sure, we could relate all the honors and high points of Ms. Lange's life: the presidential scholar awards from her fancy ivy-league school back east, the summa cum laude graduation complete with gold cord, the invitation by the Reiners to go out to LA, the move to NYC and susbsequent pursuit by handsome, virile stock brokers with full heads of hair, the vacations in Monte Carlo, the safaris in Africa, the life straight out of a Peterman's catalogue. We could do that. But that would be lying wouldn't it? The truth of the matter is, the above litany of low-level, mundane, mind-numbing day jobs is Sue Lange's life. If there is one thing you can say about her it's that she has worked for a living. Since the age of eight when she pulled her first rotten spud from the dirt of the Van Houten farm somewhere in central Michigan she has worked. But she's not bitter or anything.