After all of the bad news in my family lately, you can imagine my reaction when my mom called me at work on Friday out of breath: Omigosh, what now?
“I just came back from Barnes & Noble!” she exclaimed. “They have your book — a whole bookshelf of them!”
Aside from the obvious relief, this was an amazing moment to share with my mom. This book is as much hers as it is mine. First of all, she believed it would get done – even when I was skeptical. Plus, she was my partner in crime for several curiosities in western and central New York. Quite honestly, if this book were “Survivor,” she would’ve outwitted and outlasted everyone – even me! She was caught in the middle of an international manhunt (seriously, I’m really sorry about that), had a reading by a medium, ate a “garbage plate,” went to a chicken-wing festival that was “like a fraternity party” and nearly had her car stolen – and that’s only her first page of notes!
I sent her back to Barnes and Noble the next day to take pictures. But this time, I said, don’t tell them your daughter wrote the book. Open it to the dedication page, point and say, “That’s me!”