Gaining Fame in Cincinnati

Yesterday I stopped at a farmer’s market. As I was buying a quart of honey and a loaf of multi-grain bread, I mentioned that I’d be signing copies of My Lost Summer in late October at a coffee house down the street. A lady handed me the bread and asked what my book was about.

“It’s a memoir about my recovery from a coma when I was a teenager.”

Then another lady said, “I’ve read your book.” She went on to explain that she checked it out from the library. She said it was a good story and she liked it a lot.

I was happy to hear it.