Tag: Why Moms Are Weird

  • i speak good, y’all.

    “But the stuff that’s going on isn’t much I haven’t talked about before.” What?! Seriously, I have to stop reading my own interviews. The Washington Post’s Express recently asked some questions about my book, my weight, and my jeans. I think I’m going to have to hire someone who listens to me give interviews so…

  • dork alert.

    “Most people call me Pam. But people who really like me call me Pamie. People who really love me call me sweetheart. My mom calls me Pamie. The internet calls me pamie. In official titles, I’m Pamela. Um… most people call me Pam.” Man. Why can’t I shut up? Jay Laird of EDGE Providence tries…

  • why book tours are weird.

    In a couple of hours I have an interview with a bat. Or a man named Bat. Or a bat posing as a man. The point is, I’m supposed to look like a real writer, one who knows what she’s doing, and can talk about it extensively and entertainingly enough that someone would want to…

  • this is a blurb.

    “Ribon’s newest novel is hilarious and heartfelt. Why Moms Are Weird tackles the absurd morass of family with joyful wit and brutal honesty. I barrelled through this book.” — Jill Soloway, writer and co-executive producer of Six Feet Under, and author of Tiny Ladies In Shiny Pants. I like that blurb. Did you link to my…

  • best blurb ever.

    I don’t want to ruin it by telling the joke over here, but Irwin has written a line about my book that should be on the front cover. Go read. Then come back. (Ned-Voice) First of all (normal voice), that’s a very flattering essay (so thank you, sir). But to give you an example of…

  • special delivery

    special delivery

    I had a very dork/skank moment at my front door this morning. I could hear the postman walking up the steps, but I was only in a towel, and anywhere I could have gone he would have seen me. So I stood very close to the door, hidden behind it, as these arrived:

  • What’s Up, Topeka?!

    I’ll be at the Topeka and Shawnee County Library on September 2nd. I’ll be reading from the new book, answering questions, signing things that may or may not be your breasts, and generally dorking-out right in front of your very eyes.

  • Why Why Moms Are Weird

    Within 24 hours of posting information about my new book, someone was already complaining on Amazon. This person was nice enough to repeatedly state she was a fan of my writing, but found the title to be disappointing, and wildly lacking in imagination. I’d been planning to tell the story of how Why Moms Are…

  • For Mo.

    I just ran into a friend on the lot, a woman I worked with on this lot last year on the Oxygen show. (Wow. Only last year? Feels like five.) “Mo!” We hugged, chatted about what we’ve been up to. “You’re almost done here,” she said to my friend and me. “Yes. End of the…