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March 13, 2018

My funny memoir is about failures. It’s about learning the hard way to let go when someone no longer loves you, understanding that even the best of intentions may cause you suffering and how by mid-life you realize family and friends are more important than stuff.

 

A lot of people like the book, it meanders in the top ten of ebooks on Amazon, canoodling next to some of my idols, including Trevor Noah and Samantha Irby. I’ve been lucky to be featured on Atlanta morning shows a number of times, had good reviews in magazines and am picking up speaking engagements for women’s groups. So I wasn’t ready for the proverbial smack in the face from a reader.

 

It was a Thursday and I was still high from having an amazing book launch that over three hundred women attended to support the project. In the midst of hundreds congratulatory social media  posts about the book, the party and my team, an email arrived on my fan site from “M.” “M’s” tirades of why she detested each chapter were longer than my actual chapters. Her last line was that she wished me dead.

 

Every artists hopes to evoke a feeling in the audience that is listening, watching or reading what they have created. There isn’t a wrong or a right to the feelings, it’s completely subjective. The passionate arguments about a book, a film, a song is what makes the world interesting, except when the shade is being thrown … at me.

 

My goal, to lighten the load of the women in the world: that just because our children are under-average and our weight is over, we can see the humor in our circumstances. The book had the opposite effect on “M”. She didn’t share with me any of her back ground but I knew she felt that my struggles were not as hard as hers and … she was probably right. Paying my bills and the health of my children are two of the many things I take for granted.

 

I wrote fifty replies to “M” before finally hitting send. I provided long explanations about how my suburbia failures may not compare to spending time in drug rehab or being incarcerated, but my intentions were honorable: regardless of your failures, don’t take yourself too seriously, learn from your disasters, and share your wisdom with others. I was sitting in the living room contemplating my response while my four kids incessantly flipped through the television channels. Arguments ensued, as no one like the same program. I gave them the advice my mother gave to my sister and I thousands of times growing up: “GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY!”  As the tv went silent and the door slammed I had … an epiphany.  

 

I didn’t need to explain myself to “M,” she was a grown woman and can choose what she likes and doesn’t like, just like my kids arguing over the merits of reality television vs. a classic movie. I deleted my most recent lines which were pretty much expletives strung together and wrote:

 

Dear “M”

Thank you for reading my book and taking the time to write to me. I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy it.  To each his own.

 

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