My family hears about the rumors and blames me. I am to blame for everything: when their ex-bosses and ex-boyfriends talk about them, when their friends stop liking them, when their house and records and books don't sell. It is all my fault. Along with eclipses and the economy.
It does hurt that my family always assumes the worst of me. It hurts when they call me names. It hurts when I see tabloids with the "inside scoop" on my parents, my in-laws, and my marriage. But what can I do? Nothing because it's only fiction. Right?
My most recent book Fabulicious! On the Grill is definitely nonfiction and full of fun. And real words, not just recipes. Here's the one I used tonight when I couldn't stand watching TV anymore. If you want more, pick up a copy at your local bookstore or Amazon: http://amzn.to/RtCq8e.