Too many days, I lie awake at night worrying that I didn’t get enough done. How about you? If you’re like me, RobertLovesPi is here to reassure us that it’s all good…
Writing a book is h-u-g-e ! Publishing it is double that! Bravo to Cathi Turow!
Cathi Turow
Cathi says of her new book and herself: “When I was on staff at Sesame Street, the show was intentionally written on two levels, for children and adults. I’ve just published an allegorical book which lifts the show’s adult sensibility (its humor, cleverness, and spirituality) and carries it to the other side of life: growing old. The book is based on my blog and can be purchased on amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com “
Traveling Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road, I’ve had conversations with lots of weird people and things while passing through the Neighborhood of the Empty Nesters, the Avenue of Ages and Stages, climbing over Makover Mountain, visiting the Career Change Cafe, and looking back on my life in Reflecting Ridge. So…I put all those conversations together in a book, along with a story that ties everything together. Here it is! The only problem is, my book is being a hypochondriac. While I was setting up links to Amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com, my book screamed at me:
BOOK: Ah!!!! Don’t make me travel across the internet!
Why not?
BOOK: Because I’m filled with conversations about growing older. I feel really fragile and responsible. If something happens to me on the way to Amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com, I’ll never forgive myself.
Our relationship started a few years back with a force of attraction that was all consuming. It was indeed love at first sight. We promised to stay together and made big plans for the future.
Like in any big event of our life, the first step was putting a wardrobe together. The involvement and excitement was comparable to shopping for one’s trousseau. After a careful scan of the internet to see what’s in, numerous market trips were undertaken and outfits were bought, along with matching shoes, socks, napkins, wipes, head bands, wrist bands and other gym accessories ….even nude make up.
Every day at the promised time I would dress up and go to meet my new crush. Those were days of passion, dreams and sweet pain. Like a sculptor my gym had promised to chisel every part of my body- abs…
