It All Amounts To Something

She said something like "I would love to hang out with you and drink a couple of beers at the park with you but then my girls might misbehave and then I would have to leave."

I said something like "Game on" or "Dude" or "Yo" or god knows what I said, but I'm sure it was funny. What I meant to say was, I know you.

I know you. 

I know you.

I know you.

On a whim, I emailed her, Carolyn...Online. On a whim, she emailed back. 

There are no parks in the interwebs so when our kids misbehaved, we could just tell that they did and keep talking. There were no interruptions, no weirdness, no geography, no nothing to stop what became a constant, daily, back and forth of notes, of letters, of stories and truths.

(There is no plan for that, no guide for how it goes.)

It just went. And went.

Until someone got a big idea to make a book (which was me) and the other said "um ok" (that was her) and many months passed and things happened and lives changed but the Book, the idea of it, that stayed. It stayed. 

The Book became the big adventure we could hold onto. 

And so we worked and worked and edited and fretted and never once talked on the phone.

 "TO: A True Story In Letters" is where, at least for now, we ended up.

TO: is THE BOOK me and Carolyn..Online made. Compiled. Wrote. Finished.

TO: is a mix tape for your eyeballs.

TO: is everything true about being a broad, a mom, a wife, a friend.

TO: is a collection of emails and essays.

TO: is a modern relationship made in an old-fashioned way.

TO: is maybe you.

TO: is a book you should read.

(Want to? See the link at the side.)

OH GOD AND GULP.