Welcome to DunneTalking. I’m Debbie Dunne—which, if I do say so myself, is a pretty great name. It just rolls off the tongue. Say it fast and you’ll see what I mean.

DunneTalking is a bit tongue-in-cheek—because apparently, I’m always talking. At least that’s what my friends say.

Me? I say, I listen and talk in equal measure. (They might even agree with me—but where’s the fun in that?)

And as my mom used to say: “If they’re talking about you, they’re leaving someone else alone.”

Anyone else think that’s a completely ridiculous statement? Yeah, me too. It never made me feel better when I was a teenager.

If I had to describe myself, I’d say: I love to laugh, and I think I’m funny.

Which, by the way, are two different things. How do I know this? Because my dad laughed—a lot. He found most everything funny. But looking back—he wasn’t actually funny himself. That’s funny in and of itself, don’t you think?

To continue—I’m short. In every way possible—short in stature, short-tempered, short attention span.

I remember being in my early twenties, trying to get into a bar to find my friends. Mr. Big Bouncer tried to stop me. Really? You’re pissing me off, dude. Let me in. You can’t stop me ‘cause you can’t touch me. Ha—gotcha ya!

I was just going to be two minutes, to look for my friends. He got frustrated and said, "It’s always you short ‘girls’ who think they can do anything."

Can you guess what happened next? Yup, I’ll bet you can. I found my friends and totally forgot I told Mr. Bouncer I’d be back in two minutes.

Oopsie.

Short. Short-tempered. Short attention span.
Trifecta.

What are my stories about?
They’re full of heart—relatable, sometimes funny, sometimes sad. Almost always reflective. Always authentic.

Where do I get my stories from?
Everywhere. Everything is a story: a gesture, a comment, an observation, a bit of sadness, an aha moment.

My world is full of muse-worthy moments and I like to write about them.

Well—actually—the stories feel like they write themselves.

As I like to say—whatever life throws my way, I catch it with my pen.