Thursday, March 27, 2008
That's what the New York Times called our parenting blogs, way back in early 2005. At first, I was disappointed that my interview didn't make it into the piece, but then we realized it that was a real hatchet job and that those mentioned were portrayed as nothing like the wonderful people I know them to be. At the time, I was grateful for my relative anonymity.
But then I wrote a whole book, just to get my parental self-absorption out there on people's bookshelves.
Not only that, I am currently editing the sequel, because I couldn't possibly have said enough in five hundred pages. I have great reserves of self-absorption, it appears.
But riddle me this: does it debunk that perception if I say that I not only laugh out loud at my own manuscript, but cry like a baby reading the thing, or does it only enforce it? I just finished re-reading a letter to my children from a reader, and it turns me into a puddle every time.












03.27.08 at 03:39 PM |
I’ll happily worship at your shrine any day.
03.27.08 at 05:34 PM |
Three cheers for parental self-absorption!
You want to talk self-absorbed.............look at the Oscars—what a circle jerk of self-absorption.