Deborah J. Rebolloso

Author of 

Fou Fou’s New ’Do
(And a Tutu, Too)

Who is Deborah Rebolloso, you ask? 



I'm a native Chicagoan, currently residing in Southern California with LUV, Jet I. Night, and Princess Pawleen Plushbottom 

(husband, cat, and cat, respectively).


I would love to hear from you. I can be reached at




You know those waspish looks some women shoot at you, like you’re a week’s growth on a Petrie dish? Or from another planet?

“You’re not from around here, are you?” queried Babette the Beach Babe, baring her teeth and narrowing her eyes to complement her bare and narrow attire.

Synymyn Rousseau doesn’t fit the Southern California image, and, just between you and me, any attempt to do so would be futile.

“Nope, I’m from Back East,” she replied with a shy smile, and was favored with a knowing nod. Yep, that explains it, Babette’s flared nostrils seemed to imply.

                What stamped Synymyn incontrovertibly stand-outish?

Porcelain skin (amazingly freckle-free) belied her achievement of a certain age.  Flaming hair exploded from her scalp, rendering her (and countless hardy hairdressers) helpless in its red wake.  After years of futile attempts to domesticate the turbulent tresses, she had ultimately surrendered to a Bad Hair Life.

Moving on, one noted her unstylish lack of lip rings, nose bones, and other quirky piercings.  All the holes in her head were blessedly God given.

Countless men had been stopped in their tracks at first glance.  Bimbo-browsing types, on the one hand, rapidly lost interest.  After a surreptitious look over, an eye avert immediately ensued as her lack of Babe potential became evident.


No hip-high or fanny-cramping skirts captured the curious gaze.  Having never mastered the art of hair flinging or butt swinging (her hair refused to “fling,” and bitty butts don’t swing), she also lacked the fore-and-aft cleavage revealage required to catapult her to Status:  Hot. Even toe cleavage remained demurely concealed.


On the other hand, Synymyn left the more timid of the male species cowering, intimidated by the paradox of her diminutive size yet larger-than-life “presence.”  The Wit That Bit had earned her a reputation, became her trademark.  Confident and self-contained, she was nobody’s fool, and it showed.


On rare occasions, her fragile appearance caused her to be mistaken for bully bait. Cobra-like, her sharp-edged wit bit to the quick of any player wanna-be foolish enough to attempt a reel in.


“Don’t you ever smile?” flirtatiously queried one hopeful contender.


Her ego-crushing response? “Once, but you missed it.”


Enter an unorthodox name, even by Back East standards.  Mom and Dad were first-time parents basking in “This Magic Moment” of her birth. Besotted by her baby beauty and after one look at her fuzzy orange scalp, they took leave of their senses and labeled her a spice.


As if unloading this burdensome epithet weren’t enough, they decided it would be more clever still to give that handle a twist:  how about a spelling no one could remember, consisting of 7-for-7 consonants?



Stay tuned . . .

Welcome to My Website!  

Aka Deb Reb, ever resourceful, I shrewdly decided to cash in on my "sassitude" and write humor and satire.

I hope you enjoy my 'Cut on the Bias' view of life.

Click on the categories below for excerpts of my writing.


The publication of a new children's book.

Fou Fou's New 'Do
(And a Tutu, Too)

Fou Fou the flea shares a home with beaucoups brothers and sisters in a flea market in Paris. She doesn't mind being named Fou Fou (Silly Silly) if she gets to eat her favorite food, croissants.

In this delightful adventure, Fou Fou finds a way to add some frou frou to her life. She enlists the help of a friend to create a new 'do and a tutu, too. The added bonus? Both hair and tutu are her favorite color, orange!

A unique feature of Fou Fou's story is the interweaving of basic French words throughout, along with a language guide at the end. Fou Fou's story combines three elements designed to enthrall a youngster: the joy of reading (or being read to), the thrill of discovering creative solutions to problems, and the pleasure of learning a new language.

So, treat your favorite young one (and yourself) to an adventure that won't be forgotten! An adventure worth more than the $4.95 to download the pdf version that you can copy on your printer to give as a gift. It's just one click away! A tout a l'heure!

**Something to Think About**

"I Plan To Live Forever.
So Far, So good"


"The way others treat you has more to do with how they feel about themselves
than how they feel about