Click here for a short-cut to the trailer for What Color Is Monday? Then scroll below to read all about the delights of making a book trailer with a 20-something single guy, eating chocolate-chip banana bread, and having a child with autism.
This is a big day for me for a few reasons. First, today is the official publication date for my book, What Color Is Monday?, which in very important literary circles is known as the book’s birthday. I just love the fact that the book was born on a Monday. (And that I don’t have […]
Well, it happened. My book got a bad review this week. Not bad bad, not over-the-top terrible. Let’s just call it lukewarm. It wasn’t gushing or glowing, it didn’t commend the book for cracking open the myth that is autism and revealing our family to the world. It did not admire the front cover with […]
When we were kids, we woke to baskets piled with chocolate bunnies and brightly colored eggs on Easter morning, and the Easter Bunny always left our jellybeans in a tall, clear glass canister with a knob on the lid. I can still hear the light clinking sound the glass made when I took off the […]
It may surprise some of you to learn that my husband, Joe, has not read the book I wrote. Oh sure, he’s read bits and pieces here and there, and he knows the general theme and the main characters, but he’s never read What Color Is Monday? from cover to deep green cover. When I […]
Last Tuesday I headed out to meet the bus at 2:40, and stopped to collect the mail at the bottom of our driveway. As I stood organizing the sheaf of brightly colored flyers and bills into a manageable pile, a light blue Honda Odyssey slowed to a stop and the driver opened her window. A […]
Church. I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t like going to church. Mostly I don’t like going because church makes my family look bad, it brings out the worst in us. It exposes us as the loud, messy group we are; it puts all of us on display for the congregation to see and to judge. […]
“Tomorrow. Tomorrow you have to take me to the Monarch’s game”, Jack announced to me curtly. “Huh?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. It was exactly 7:04 on Saturday morning, and I was standing at the Keurig, waiting for my much-needed cup of Newman’s Extra Bold to finish pouring. Joe and I had returned […]
“If I catch you eating in the family room again,” I hissed at four-year old Henry, “that’s the last Cheez-It you’ll ever—wait, what is that sound?” “You PHONE is ring-ing!” Henry sang out with a smirk. I straightened up and darted into the kitchen, my black bathrobe billowing around me like the Wicked Witch of the […]
“Mom!” Charlie called down to me from the playroom. “Tomorrow is sports day at school and I need you to wash my football shirt because I wore it today. But I need it tomorrow!” And sure enough, I looked up the stairs at my 7-year old and saw he was wearing his beloved Tom Brady jersey. In […]
