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It’s been two months since Growth came out and I am blown away by the response. The most frequent comment I’ve seen about my book is “page-turner.”

Friends have been contacting me to say my preordered book has already arrived, so I guess I’ve been a published author for a few days now. But tomorrow, it becomes official!

I’ve never been a type A personality, I’m seldom competitive, and I savor my quiet life. But I feel like an adrenaline junkie during these final pre-book-launch months. Actually, we’re down to weeks now–less than 5. Gaaah!

Newsweek.com published my essay about Dry January!

I have my Advance Reader Copies, and you can watch my box-opening video!

The publisher doesn’t want me to share the final book cover design just yet, but since you are a dedicated subscriber, the moment I know that Amazon will post my book, I’ll give you a heads-up and send YOU a sneak peek of the cover!

Why expose myself like this? Because when I share my truth, other women (and an occasional male) reach out to me to tell me they feel heard, that they learn. It’s why I wrote my memoir. It’s my purpose.

Dear Friend, Last month, I stopped at CVS to pick up a script. My favorite pharmacist there has supported my writing since 2016 when I wrote a blog about a lovely conversation she and I had. She subscribed to my mailing list (Hi J!) and recently joined my book launch team. When J saw me at…

Dear Friend, Last month, I told you I sent my final manuscript, “my really, really, REALLY final manuscript” to my publisher. Then a couple of weeks later, I woke in the middle of the night wondering if an important paragraph I had moved had made it back into the final manuscript. It hadn’t. I knew this…

Dear Friend, I’ll make this short and sweet this month. I sent my final manuscript (my really, really, REALLY final) manuscript to my publisher a few days ago after five 16-hour days of revising. The week before, I attended my first writer’s conference–in Lancaster, PA–and met many virtual writing friends IRL. Any lingering imposter syndrome…