Making Love to Yankees
In case you’re wondering why I haven’t posted, I’ve been making love to Yankees.
Nine times in four days, the people of the great state of Massachusetts welcomed me into their homes. Their communities. Their groups. And their shops. I wore myself out spewing my Southern drawl, but they never told me to shut up or asked me to talk normal. 🙂
Thanks to Lisa Kramer for hosting me for three nights, and to Nathan and Sarah for being patient while she rode all over the state with me.
Tatnuck Bookseller and New England Mobile Book Fair, you were brave to have me in your establishments.
Cam Garriepy, thanks for dinner.
To the ladies of The Book Club!, thanks for letting me crash your discussion of my book. I loved meeting all of you.
Framingham, Concord, Bedford and Boston welcomed this fellow Rotarian with the common language of Rotary. I’m looking forward to seeing many of you again.
Marj Burgard and The Village at Duxbury, not only did you turn out en force, but you bought books, fed me dinner AND fascinated me with your stories.
Deb Kramer, thank you for putting me up on my last night.
Ye Olde Foole, I loved meeting you and Becca.
Mr Brickhouse, you dragged me all over Amherst and didn’t laugh when I prostrated myself at Emily Dickinson’s grave.
Brickhouse Chick, thank you for inviting a dozen of your friends over and stuffing them with dessert. Sugar always makes people say yes to a good story. I loved meeting you and spending a night in your guest room.
I returned to Charleston awash in Yankee hospitality. Humbled. Exhausted but full. Ready to return in March. With at least three events already booked for Not Without My Father, I’m sure I can cram in at least twenty more in a week-long visit.
Please forgive me for not being here. When it came time to decide to pay attention to the people in front of me or spend time online, I chose the people in front of me. I reveled in stories ranging from Texas to China. Of miracle adoptions. Of impossible feats of strength. For a few days, I experienced the brogue of Boston. The beginnings of Fall color. A chill that heralds Winter.
I loved every minute.
To see pictures from my book tour of Massachusetts, please follow the links below: