Summer is off to a great start! I was interviewed by Hip New Jersey (available on hipnewjersey.com in a few weeks) on the beach in Ocean Grove, NJ this weekend. Then the camera followed me on my Beach Ambush promotion as I surprised readers with THE MEMORY BOX book booty: signed books, beach totes, t-shirts and more! Have you ever seen Sno Balls on the beach?!
Check out this group of women I found in Ocean Grove — they told me they love reading page-turners on the beach and now they all have a copy of THE MEMORY BOX! Bam! Just like that. It was so much fun; I felt like Oprah! They were from Yardley, PA, enjoying a girls weekend. One of them already had THE MEMORY BOX on her book club’s to-read list and was excited to tell them she met the author on the beach. Wow, how did that happen?!? Thrilling for both of us.
A huge shout out to readers who have called THE MEMORY BOX “A must-have beach read,” “The perfect summer book,” “A beach read that caused some serious sunburn.” “If you only have room for one book in your beach bag, make it THE MEMORY BOX,” and “Best book of the summer.”
Will you be on the beach this summer? In New Jersey, Connecticut, Long Island, Martha’s Vineyard or Maine? Look out for THE MEMORY BOX Beach Ambush — it might be coming to your beach! If it does, be sure to say “Hi!” Or “Hello there!” or “Aren’t you that author person?” or “Hey, you’re blocking my sun!” Well, not that. But a “Hi!” would be nice.
I was so honored to meet the inspiring Connie Dwyer at the Connie Dwyer Breast Center Annual Spring Luncheon where I was invited to speak about the writing and publishing of The Memory Box and the topics of the day: Perseverance, Gratitude and Women Empowering Women.
The Connie Dwyer Breast Center is a comprehensive, state-of-the-art facility providing expert diagnosis and treatment of breast disease and the finest breast cancer prevention, early detection, and educational outreach programs to women in Newark and the surrounding areas regardless of their ability to pay. Just last year, over 20,000 women sought out the services of the center. Thanks to the vision and generosity of Connie Dwyer, all of this is possible.
Just received the 400th review for my psychological thriller, THE MEMORY BOX (about a woman who Googles herself and discovers the shocking details of a past she doesn’t remember) on Amazon! And it was a goodie! Thank you Mtngrannie wherever (whoever) you are!
I am so grateful to all you reviewers out there! I read every single one. And since we all know that 1 in 87.3 readers write reviews for books, my calculations tell me that 43,962.7 people have presumably read THE MEMORY BOX. Whoa, my brain is exploding right now . . . (Not sure about any of those figures, honestly.)
It’s time for me to share some love right back atcha. Since today is Mother’s Day, I’m going to give away 5 signed copies of Not Your Mother’s Book On Being a Mom & Not Your Mother’s Book On Family. My story, Where Did I Go Wrong? was anthologized is this book of funny, poignant, sweet, irreverent stories about motherhood. For those of you familiar with my essays on parenting, it is chock full of insecurity and blunders, so you should not be disappointed.
I WILL CHOOSE 5 PEOPLE WHO SHARE THIS POST. (Choosing the winners will be at random while wearing a blindfold as my kids spin me around in my desk chair). If you share this post, you will multiply your chances of winning a signed copy by 87.3%. Whoa. Right? That’s what my calculations tell me. However, I don’t know for sure, actually. But I do know you can’t win it, unless you’re in it.
Isn’t this fun! It’s like a game show! Share this post and YOU COULD WIN! What have you got to lose? I will post the winners later this week. (And they will send me their address via private message, savvy?)
P.S. I should mention that I am also giving away a signed copy of THE MEMORY BOX on Goodreads, so get yourself over there to enter! Good luck everyone!
By the way, may I call you that? Pigs? It’s meant with the utmost respect, and after all, it is your name. Believe me, pig. I’ve never used your name in vain when referring to perverts or sleazeballs. I don’t know who started that. Uncool. Nor have I ever said, “Go clean up, you filthy pig!” to either of my kids or my husband. Even that time when they were so foul I wouldn’t let them in the house without hosing off in the backyard first. I’ve read that elephants and rhinos are much dirtier than pigs, but the dirtiest of all, obviously, is the dung beetle. Just so you know, whenever possible I do correct people by saying, “Go clean up, you filthy dung beetle!”
Okay, that’s not why I’m writing you. I need to talk to you about the state of pigs. Read more on the Huffington Post: