Writer of creative nonfiction
Recently, I was interviewed by a local TV station about my books, Musing Off the Mat and Jimmy and Me, A Sister’s Memoir. Take a look!
You can purchase the books on Amazon or BN.com.
I really enjoy book club meetings, so contact me to arrange a date.
Happy Summer! Happy Reading!
I’ve always been a big fan of small stores. They’re cozy. You can see and reach everything easily. You get personalized service. And you’re happy to support owners who work their tails off.
As a new author, I’ve found small businesses welcoming. Here are a few that sell Jimmy and Me, A Sister’s Memoir and Musing Off the Mat – memories & everyday moments.
Helen Thomas Simply Smashing gift shop on Main Street in Andover, MA. Owner Lisa supports local artisans, especially women entrepreneurs. Books, jewelry, artwork, and home decor are tasteful and personalized.
West Village Provisions is the Cheers bar in the bucolic town of Boxford, MA. Owners Kim and Mike have created a strong sense of community in their store. Go for a snack or lunch, pick up groceries, eclectic gifts, and books.
I AM Books is an Italian American shop in the heart of historic Boston. Owner Nicola offers unique books, gifts, and neighborhood activity including Italian language lessons.
Jabberwocky bookshop, in the quaint coastal town of Newburyport, MA, has been selling books for 44 years. Owner Sue has an extensive collection, a knowledgeable staff, and hosts frequent author talks.
BookEnds in lovely Winchester, MA offers a wide array of well-displayed books as well as gifts, cards, and music.
Things A Drift on beautiful Long Beach Island, NJ is an active member its community. Owner Cheryl offers all things nautical, home decor, jewelry, books, and more, all in a fun little shop that will lift your spirits.
Support your local merchants!
Tell me your favorite summer vacation spot and win an autographed copy of Musing Off the Mat.
Lake
Beach
Mountain
City
Or maybe your backyard.
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The winner will be selected in a drawing on Friday, July 21st.
Stay cool and read about my memories and everyday moments.
In the preface of my book, I explain how the title Musing Off the Mat came to me while practicing yoga.
On Saturday, June 24th, Kristin Olson graciously hosted a book signing for me at her studio, Home Yoga, where I am a regular.
While chatting with friends who attended the event, I noticed Kristin’s 8-year-old daughter Ashlin reading my book. The image of her nestled there on the couch in the lobby of the studio warmed me.
Many kind people have complimented me on the book, however watching this precious young girl read my personal essays was the most gratifying part of the day and better than any book sale.
Thank you, Ashlin. Read for life and love.
The night before I announced my book, Musing Off the Mat, I had a vivid dream. I was climbing a concrete obelisk similar to the Washington Monument, only it was on a slant instead of vertical. I had no climbing gear. I was wearing only a t-shirt and pants. No shoes, hat, gloves, or goggles.
I was pulling myself up like I used to do on the ropes in junior high school gym class. Near the top, the concrete mountain was wrapped in a thin, cotton quilt. As I continued climbing, the quilt would slip me farther down the obelisk. I could see the top but couldn’t get there. Finally, I summoned strength from somewhere, raised my left arm, placed my palm on top of the surface, and pulled my body onto the landing.
I stood up and found myself inside a small, undecorated, empty, square lobby with dusty windows. There was no scenic view.
Then Kelly Ripa walked into the lobby. She congratulated me for making it to the top and asked if I wanted a photo taken. I told her I regretted wearing a t-shirt with St. Thomas written across it. (The cover photo of the book was taken in St. Thomas.) Kelly said it didn’t matter. She placed a beaded wreath on my head and snapped a photo.
Next, Kelly’s husband, Mark Consuelos, appeared. He told me it was easy to take the elevator down to the street level. He asked if I needed a ride home. I said no, that I’d walk to my car that was several blocks away in the Villanova parking lot.
That was the end of my dream.
Obviously, climbing a mountain alone without gear is symbolic of self-publishing. The journey is strenuous but perhaps may be more satisfying than actually completing the goal. Villanova, my alma mater, is where my dream of becoming a writer started. As for Kelly and Mark? Who knows how they entered my psyche?
Joyce Poggi Hager 