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 Deanna Risucci is a writer, depending upon whom you ask, living in the insane asylum that is her inner-psyche. Having scrambled through her anxiety-producing life that is her birthright, she decided early on to adopt two mottos: "A life unexamined is not worth living." and "Above all: to thine self be true." She has been suffering the consequences ever since. Risucci, formerly D'Alessandro, has examined the world of daytime television while a lifestyle columnist at Soap Opera Digest when her astute truth-seeking skills helped her crack the many hair, haute couture and fitness secrets of daytime's beautiful. Too neurotic to deal with the weekly deadlines, she sought solace in the throes of a monthly magazine. As an associate editor at Women's Own magazine, she was soon privy to the lament of women who largely aspire to drop 100 lbs. and marry rich. Realizing there exists but one media machine that spins a large web of pandering to the capitalist establishment that is forever cast over the conforming masses, Risucci is attempting to be true to herself by pursuing a master's degree in education and working at an insurance agency. Oddly enough, her latter endeavor has moved her to new heights of both insanity and inspiration as her two male bosses have yet to discover that they're not in high school anymore. Identifying, at more times than not, with the literal first lady of blue-collar
cave wives, Risucci likens herself to Wilma Flintstone as she often finds herself clenching her fists at her sides and exclaiming, "Ooooh, that man!" through gritted teeth after her husband leaves his caveman markings throughout their apartment. Currently a resident of Long Island, after spending six years reveling in the concrete of New York City, she does not agree with the notion that if you can make it there (Manhattan), you can make it anywhere as she is still trying to adjust to all that is spacious, green and flying. Inspired by Fran Lebowitz, Woody Allen and Matt Groening, to name a few, Risucci hopes to one day turn her neurotic underpinnings that lie in manuscript form in countless boxes into a clever, brilliant and witty work. She admits that her disdain for consumerist society will easily be forgotten in the event she receives a bill of sale for the movie rights and a nice percentage of the merchandising mania likely to be generated.
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The Couch 