the category of "Lifestyle"
I’m suspicious of them. I put them in the same category as diets: in the main, they’re doomed from the start, with a hefty chaser of guilt and self-recrimination.
“But you’re the author of ONE GOOD DEED!” you may be thinking. “You set out to do something good every day for a whole year!” Well, true. But first of all, I was clever enough to start my journey on my birthday, which falls dead in the middle of the summer, so it wasn’t like starting a diet Monday morning. And my mission was different. I wasn’t trying to change who I was – I was trying to discover who I was, in a way. When you tell yourself you’re going to make big changes, well, that’s when the trouble starts, if you ask me. You get resentful, you bite off more than you were prepared to chew. Before long, you hate everything about your resolution, and now you’re mad at yourself for the torture you’ve inflicted.
One of the first books I acquired at ABRAMS was called Sandcastles Made Simple by Lucinda “Sandy Feet” Wierenga. Lucinda is one of the top sandcastle instructors in the country – she’s appeared on “Live with Regis & Kelly,” taught building classes, and won countless competitions. But this book wasn’t created for people looking to win professional contests, just regular folks who wanted to step it up a bit and impress their kids on a summer day at the beach.
1. Having watched hours of the show while working on the book, I now feel I have learned the life skills required to deal with ill-fitting bras, postpartum psychosis, husbands who decide they are women, fistula (look it up, I had to), and Internet predators. And that’s just scratching the surface…
In honor of Gay and Lesbian Pride Month, Editorial Director Jennifer Levesque interviewed our fantastic author Erin McHugh about her new book The L Life, for which Jennifer also served as editor. Read on for the spirited Q&A!
When you think June, you think Flag Day. You don’t? Okay, you’re right; you think weddings. And this might not prove the most popular thing I’ve ever said, but I hate weddings. Why? Basically, it’s a hostage situation. You’ve probably taken a cab to a bus to a train to plane to a ferry to get to a romantic spot that the couple used to only trouble themselves to get to. Sadly, it’s probably only two states away. (Why not get married in the city where most of your friends live? Or get married somewhere far enough away that you can either politely decline or get excited about having an excuse to go to?) And most likely, at that two-states-away destination, you’ll end up at third tier lodging that you’ll pay high-season rates for. Once you’ve made it to the reception, you’ll be forced to dance between courses while the caterers reheat everything in microwaves, and when you are allowed to eat, you’ll have to make small talk with someone’s cousin you’ve never met and will probably never see again. The joyous celebration is probably going to last for about eight hours…