Check it out–the back of the book! Tell me–if you were to pick this off the shelf at Barnes and Noble and skim the back cover, would you be compelled to buy it? I hope so, because, in just a few weeks, you will get your chance. Pre-sales will start mid-August for a release date of October 1st, 2016.
I’ve attached the intro of the book here, along with links to three other stories in the book. There are 36 more where these came from. If you enjoy these, I think you’ll love the book. And so will your friends–just in time for Christmas.
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Here’s the intro–a little sneak peek into my book, My Vices Collide, a Celebration of Being a Little Messed Up.
My vices have always collided—right there in the middle of my day when I’d suddenly be forced to stop drinking coffee so that I could start drinking wine. Or I’d be in the middle of lecturing one of the boys when Ted walked in from work, and I couldn’t wait to start nagging him. And lately, I’ve had to interrupt a Big Bang binge to crush candy on my iPad. It’s exhausting keeping up with all my vices. You’d think I’d be better at it by now. I’ve had a lot of practice.
But I’m a little messed up, you see. Not hopelessly ruined, mind you. Just a little bit broken and a wee bit bemused. I’ve spent a lot of emotion and energy apologizing for that, or otherwise trying to compensate, disguise or deny my numerous peccadillos.
I once had a friend who apologized for a plant. She noticed the solitary dead leaf on her ficus as we sipped wine on her sofa. She plucked the offending foliage, simultaneously apologizing to me, for what I’m not quite sure—or maybe she was apologizing to the plant. It wasn’t clear. Either way, I decided to forgive her. I think the plant did too.
And then, in a flash of divine inspiration, I decided to just go ahead and forgive myself too. Why not? And while I was at it, why not have a little fun with it.
We are all, every one of us, what I call “messy mortals.” And while there are clearly times when vices must be acknowledged, eradicated and atoned for, the vast majority of the things I beat myself up about, could just as easily be celebrated.
So, the plant has a brown leaf. It has 4,000 pretty green ones too. So, I can pinch way more than an inch. I can also swim out to the second sandbar and back without my water wings. Maybe my house will never grace the cover of Metropolitan Home, but neither will it be featured on an upcoming episode of Hoarders on TLC.
Yes, I locked my keys in my car again; I set the Thanksgiving turkey on fire; I wore my pants inside out all day; I ran over my iPad—twice; I threw up in my own purse.
I have also raised happy boys, relished precious relationships and enjoyed grand adventures all over the globe. I’ve shown up for work on time, learned to play the piano, and helped care for my aging parents. I’ve cherished hundreds of friends, read thousands of books, traveled millions of miles.
Oh, but it’s so much more fun to write about that one time I accidentally threw up in my purse. I am, I confess, among the messiest of mortals, as everyone in that Chevy Suburban would attest. And I have lived to tell the tale.
You are holding it in your hands.
Still interested? Good. Check out these three stories–also in the book.
All of the artwork, courtesy of Jem Sullivan–one of the coolest humans on the planet.
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