A True Story

This was the scene last night, as all my nearest and dearest gathered together in an overwhelmed Indian restaurant last night. I had all my family, all Joe’s family, some dear friends.




I had wine.


I had a corsage. (Thanks to Denny and Rachel H.)



I had a wonderful time, and was feted and celebrated by all those who love me, and I tried not to be to uncomfortable with it. I have a hard time accepting praise, and I don’t like people to make direct eye contact with my accomplishments. I don’t know why this is, but I do know that it’s something I need to work on. To that end, I have something to tell you. It happened on October 10th, and I haven’t properly told the world. (I know. I told you I have a hard time.) I’ve told a few people. I even practised telling people at a book signing, but it didn’t make me any more comfortable with it – and as a matter of fact, telling it only made me more embarrassed, which only made me more worried, which only made me more resolved to keep it (bizarrely) to myself. Then last night, I saw that my accomplishments mean something to more people than just me. That it pleases my mother, and my husband and all those who love me to acknowledge these things, and I decided to tell you – especially since I have all of you to thank for it.





I know. Pretty stunning. Really pretty stunning. It was right there, right at the bottom of the list of the New York Times Bestsellers. It was #32 (which is not the absolute bottom but is very, very close.) and it’s not on there anymore, but it almost doesn’t matter. For one glorious, shining week my book was on the New York Times Bestsellers list. The best part? The best part is that it’s a little like (I imagine) winning an Academy Award. For the rest of their life, that actor is introduced as “Academy Award winning actor insertnamehere”. It’s a title granted to them for their whole career… and being on the NYT Best Sellers list is the same. For the rest of my life, I will be introduced as “New York Times Best Selling Author Stephanie Pearl-McPhee”, and that, my friends sounds like a whole lot of awesome.

Thanks to every single one of you who made this possible for me. It feels weird, but good, and I am grateful to you beyond words.