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A Good Week for Mothers and Daughters

It's been a great week for the launch of the anthology. Tuesday night at one of the country's premier bookstores, Politics & Prose, in Washington DC, we had our debut panel reading and discussion, with contributors Susan Stamberg and Eleanor Clift. We were honored to be introduced by P & P's co-founder, Barbara Meade, who came out of retirement to welcome us. The event was taped and will soon be on the P&P website. I'll post that here once it's up, and you can see the energy and emotion that gripped all of us. Thanks to everyone who came, to everyone at P&P, and to Eleanor and Susan. 

The book got a fabulous review the following day by a women's organization, Changerous, written by Kirsty Clarke Brown, which includes my favorite review line to far: "This is not a sentimental read." 

Yesterday, at Barnard College, my alma mater, I spoke to a group of alumnae over brunch about the book, about gifts, men, women, mothers and families. 

Wherever I go, I meet people who know contributors to the book - yesterday at Barnard, I met friends of Cheryl Sucher and Jean Hanff Korelitz. 

Tomorrow, Sunday morning, April 14, I'll be selling books at the International Women's Writing Guild Big Apple Conference and attending a workshop presented by Amy Ferris

This coming week, on Wed. April 17, I'll be talking about the book, solo here, Columbia University's main bookstore, run by Barnes & Noble, at Broadway and 114th St., 6PM.

Please remember to post a photo and story of your mother's favorite gift to you, at our tumblr site, run by Algonquin ~ and to see photos of the gifts and mothers and daughters in the book.

Thanks for checking in~~


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