I gotta thank my good friend, who forwarded me, “Now in Paperback. It’s finally here!”
Yes, the new best-seller “Understanding Women” has finally arrived in book stores.
I gotta thank my good friend, who forwarded me, “Now in Paperback. It’s finally here!”
Yes, the new best-seller “Understanding Women” has finally arrived in book stores.
If you’ve been a reader, this title may seem a little off. It’s not about sex, health, kids, marriage, friendship, career, or anything like that. But, I did promise to cover all the issues that we women sit on the fence about. And wow, am I on the fence here! If you’re a busy WOMAN- single, married, divorced, kids, no kids, most of you own a microwave. In fact, over 90% of American homes have microwave ovens. Not just to reheat a bottle, but what about to reheat a quick leftover dinner? To heat up soup for your daughter’s thermos for school lunches? To cook a lean cuisine, for crying out loud? (I’ve never had a lean cuisine in my life, but you get the point).
The day was September 22nd, 2003. I was selfish. A workaholic. 9 months pregnant. And didn’t know just how my life would change the next day, at 5:40am on a Tuesday, Septmber 23rd.
If you’re like me, your To-do list is longer than the day is long. Every morning I wake up and wonder how on earth I’m going to get everything done. Although four of my six kids (yes SIX kids) are now college age, for many years I was navigating six children’s schedules, my marriage, my writing career, and trying to maintain friendships. Needless to say, life was a tad hectic.
When I gave birth to my son, exactly 8 years ago this coming Friday, someone bought me a book called Mother To Son, by Melissa and Harry Harrison. The book was life lessons on how to raise a boy- something I knew nothing of.
When my daughter was a year old, I experienced a sleep epiphany. After months of horrific night waking, she finally started clocking twelve solid hours each night. Meanwhile, I continued waking in the wee hours and fighting daytime fatigue at my full-time job. The delicious prize I’d looked forward to savoring—sweet, uninterrupted sleep—was still elusive.
Our speaker was Journalist Kati Marton, Acclaimed Humanitarian and Women’s Advocate. Her parents survived the Holocaust of World War II but never spoke about it. They served nearly two years in prison on false charges of espionage for the U.S., and Kati and her older sister were placed in the care of strangers. Raised a Roman Catholic, she learned much later in life and by accident that she was Jewish, and that her grandparents were Jews who were murdered at Auschwitz concentration camp.
So it’s a rainy rainy Monday night here in Montreal. My husband is away on business. Kids are now asleep. And I have been wanting to tell you more about some of my favorite things. Finding the time has been the hard part! 🙂
In the midst of everything, I’m co-chairing a big charity benefit tomorrow evening for 600 women. And I feel like I’m getting sick. So I’m drinking my tea to stay well tonight. My David’s Tea.
Some people actively court change. They seek it out and embrace it. I’m not one of those people. Circumstances had to slap me upside the head a few times before I could take the leap and make a major career transition.