I’ve had conversations with new mothers who speak about those last few days before they give birth and how their excitement is mixed with trepidation, knowing that their lives will never be the same again. I can’t wholly relate – I am childless, and my ovaries are disintegrating. Nevertheless, I am, dare I say, in a similar emotional space as these mothers.
Introducing My Memoir: Two Tickets to Paradise
As I prepare to release my memoir, “Two Tickets to Paradise, from Cult to Comedy,” I find myself nervous, giggly, emotional, and worried about being a horrible mother to my new creation. I fear not giving it the attention it deserves or understanding its needs, especially in the realm of marketing and social media.
Healing Through Humor: A Gift to the Readers
Over the past decade, I’ve grown my beautiful book, and I’m proud to see it enter the world soon. This memoir is a gift to myself for surviving the story and a gift to readers who might find insight, hope, and healing through humor. Healing through humor is a real thing!
Joining the Journey: Finding a Tribe
I hope my baby makes its way into the hearts of its readers and finds its intended tribe of truth seekers and misfits. I hope fans of coming-of-age, trauma survivor, cult, and humor memoirs share this story with many others, enabling it to reach people all around the world.
Preparing for My Memoir’s Next Chapter
As the memoir is about to be born, I feel a bit like crying. It’s been a long journey from heart to head to paper/screen/earbud. I hope the birth goes smoothly, people welcome it warmly, and the book fulfills its purpose. In any case, welcome to the world, Two Tickets to Paradise. You were worth every grunt, tear, and laugh line, and I’d do it all over again.
Your Dysfunctional Mother