Thanks to you

Hello! Happy Wednesday! If you are anywhere near me, right now, I hope that you are staying warm.

If you are not, and blissfuly far away, I envy you. But, you deserve it. Because you’re the best.

I am writing to give thanks. To give thanks to you.

I wrote last week when the book was officially released and since then it has been a whirlwind. The good kind of whirlwind, but whirly nonetheless.

Thanks to you.

I have to be honest in saying that I had so many reservations about this book. I was given this amazing gift:

the chance to be an author.

That means something to me. I have referred to myself as a writer for several years now, as I write daily as a way to express feelings and connect to humans and to connect other humans to each other.

But, being an author –

with my name on the spine of a hardcover book in beautiful, embossed gold –

with my name in the Library of Congress –

is so much more.

And, once again, this is all thanks to you.

And I have wanted to write to you to thank you every single day, and I have tried, but it has been so busy. It is not a good excuse, but it is the truth. My kids have had snow days and school closings and school late-openings. My schedule has been rearranged and jammed and I have learned to multi-task in ways that I never before thought possible.

I have had to personally escort Lola outside to protect her from the coyotes I hear are stalking Lower Merion.

But, every single time that I sat down to write this I stopped. Something was stopping me. Time, yes, but also, perhaps, something else. Not coyotes.

The truth is that I am not quite sure that I know how to thank you enough. 


When I was writing the book, one of my fears was that I would talk it up and then no one would ever read it. That it would go unsold, gathering dust in a warehouse somewhere in Maryland or New York or Texas or something.

I was so scared that no one would buy it, except for, perhaps, my parents. I was scared I would not be able to do what I have wanted to do most: to help others to feel less alone; to tell our story for all of us; to allow you to tell yours.

Well, thanks to you, I have enjoyed the most rewarding week, feeling so incredibly grateful for the outpouring of love and support and kindness. Just to share a tiny fraction of this for you, this is what it has been like:


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Every time someone posted a picture or video while holding the book, opening their package, reading while parenting, 
crying…hard — every single time I saw one of these photos my heart swelled and I felt that it was going to burst out of my chest. Every time someone texted me or emailed me or sent me a DM I welled up with tears. I was at a loss for words. That doesn’t happen often.

I am just so grateful. And I want to give the proper amount of thanks…to you.

This past week two interviews went live.

Main Line Today Magazine published a wonderful Q&A about the book and my story. Through this, I was able to share my missions and what I hope that readers take away.


Main Line Parent Magazine (part of Focus Media) published a beautiful article about the book, but also about my evolution as a mother; a human; a writer; a friend.

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A dear friend sent me a pink, velvet skirt, all the way from Alabama. This allowed me to twirl.

While there is more to come and much more that I could say, I want to share with you the most important thing of all:

Four years ago I made a very hard decision. I picked myself up off of the floor just long enough to open up about my severe postpartum depression while I was in the thick of it; in real time.

Three years ago I was signed with an agent and shopping a book.

Two years ago someone finally said, “Yes!”

One year ago I was writing and re-writing and trying to create something that was worthy of you and of this.

Last week, you made dreams come true.

Thank you. Thank you for every note, text, message, call, post, like, love, conversation, photo, video, endorsement and word.

Do you remember how in last week’s post I was able to guide you to the book, just in case you wanted to find it to read “Beyond the Baby Blues” for yourself? Well, I have to make a small and temporary addendum. If you would like to purchase this book, you’ll have to do so here. And this is incredibly humbling and flattering and exciting and surprising, but that is the only place where there is still stock of the first printing of this book. We are hopeful that the second printing will be available very soon.

You have no idea what this means to me. Should I tell you?

It means that despite all of the fears I have in life, about so many things, there is one that did not pan out:

In its first week the book did not go unsold, gathering dust in a warehouse somewhere in Maryland or New York or Texas. It sold out.

I am slightly embarrassed to write the above, as it feels like…you know. But it is true. And we should celebrate this, together. And this is,

come on, say it with me,

thanks to you.

Thank you for reading my words. Thank you for giving me space to take care of my kids and house and work and relationships. Thank you for giving me ample time to handle any rogue coyotes.

Thank you for giving me reason to twirl.

With mad love, pink tutus and non-dusty-books



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