This week Momma Zen debuts in paperback. I feel a bit like a mother who sees her child after a short absence. There’s that half-step back on first sight: recognition commingled with no recognition. So much has changed! That fuller face. Those longer legs. That confident step. Where did the baby go?
As a dutiful mother, I’m holding this baby up to the world again. Perhaps you know this blog but you don’t yet know the book. I invite you to peek inside and nose around. Knock on my door so we can meet face to face. Pull up a chair and listen. Get to know the neighbors. We’re all in this together.
Nothing would make me happier. It could do the trick for you, too.
Visit my website to download audio excerpts in my own voice and a video interview in my own backyard.
We haven’t met but I’d know you anywhere.
Congratulations on seeing your book, your baby, in paperback.
How strange it must feel.
And how these babies grow, so quickly and surely, while we do nothing at all really?
For your book, your blog, for just being you, thank-you.
Comment by bella — November 13, 2007 @ 8:04 am
I had a dream that we met again! It felt soooo real.
Congrats, I wish you a lot of success (although it seems you found it already). Your book deserves it.
Comment by Mika — November 13, 2007 @ 4:53 pm
Congratulations!
Comment by Shawn — November 13, 2007 @ 6:39 pm
Thanks all. You’re right, it isn’t me. It endures despite my failings.
Mika, if only that it means you’re sleeping, I’m glad you’re dreaming about anything at all.
Comment by Karen — November 13, 2007 @ 7:09 pm
Congratulations. I’ve passed my copy of your book to a friend–I suppose it would be more helpful to you to buy a copy for a friend, but at the wisdom will get passed on (and she’ll tell two friends, and they’ll tell two friends…).
So, what are you writing next?
Comment by marta — November 13, 2007 @ 9:08 pm
Getting woken up every half hour makes you aware of your dreams…
Comment by Mika — November 13, 2007 @ 9:32 pm
CONGRATS KAREN!!
Comment by stella — November 14, 2007 @ 3:47 am