Congrats to Kerri Ann who won a copy of Therese Fowler’s Exposure.
From the 2011 Debs…
Deb Kim is off to a huge conference, one of the best in the country, for autism. www.autismone.org in Chicago. I’ll see Jenny McCarthy and countless friends who are now part of my family. They live stream a good portion for folks who can not attend. Generation Rescue has made the conference FREE this year through a generous donation. I’ll be signing books in the GR lounge.
Deb Tawna just got word from the publicity director at Sourcebooks that Advance Reading Copies (ARCs) of MAKING WAVES have arrived. She should be getting her copies in the mail within a few days and will squeal with joy when she gets to hold it in her hands for the first time.
Deb Dish — The Worst Trouble I Ever Got Into As a Kid Was…
The weird thing with me was that I received wild, baroque, stay-in-your-room-for-the-rest-of-your-life punishments for things like a report card saying I didn’t turn in homework (but still got an A), and there wouldn’t be major repercussions for things like, oh, scratching my nails down my sister’s back until she bled, or crashing my car three times in as many weeks.
My sisters were always ratting me out for reading under the covers with a flashlight past my bedtime. I swore if I ever had children I would never be mad if they stayed up reading!
Deb Kim Which time? Let’s see, I was suspended from the boarding department at my high school for pulling an “in and out.” I signed OUT of the dorm but did not go home, I went to a girlfriend’s house. That was a no no. And then I drank a few too many kamikazes with a certain boy at the beginning of my book and got caught tipsy (blind drunk) on campus. That meant a detention over Thanksgiving holiday for the two of us. We spent a day in the empty school building “cleaning.” I was at my reunion just last weekend and gave a smile and tiny thumbs up to the sound booth in the auditorium. It was very dirty and we spent a bit of extra time there, er, cleaning up.
On the day that I got my very first car–a green, 1969 VW Beetle–my dad said to wait until he got home to drive it. Well, what did I do? I grabbed the keys and my little brother and went for a joyride. A mile later, up a big winding hill, I couldn’t figure out how to get the car in reverse. Um, yes, big trouble. The short of it: I got the car stuck. My brother almost rolled down the hill. And, yup, I think I got grounded.
My freshman year in high school, I got caught sneaking out of the house with my boyfriend. I’m still grounded.