You can imagine my total, squealy delight a few months ago when I got an e-mail from Good Housekeeping. They had read this post, and they wanted to publish it in their magazine, and would that be okay with me? And I tried to act all all subtle and refined and not jump through my monitor screen while shouting "yes, yes, YES!"
At their request, I called them in their New York (City! New York City!) offices to discuss the details. I spoke first with the editor of this particular section, then with her assistant. They were both lovely and helpful and complimentary, and they both had noticeable New York accents. Which can only mean one thing: I had a noticeable raised-in-rural-Arkansas accent.
Which can only further mean that they must’ve gotten off the phone in their swanky New York offices and said, "OH SWEET HEAVENS, WHO IS THE HILLBILLY WE’VE AGREED TO PUBLISH IN OUR REPUTABLE MAGAZINE?"
Actually, I doubt New Yorkers say "oh sweet heavens." Maybe it was more like "fugghedaboutit", or…what DO New Yorkers say?
Anyhoo, back to the point of this post, and believe it or not there is one, my little ol’ blog post is in Good Housekeeping this month. I can’t remember the page number–my copy is buried under sheet rock–but it’s toward the back of the magazine. And there’s even a picture of the kids and me in it too, so I can actually prove that Dryer children do not have little black boxes for faces.
Next time you walk by a newsstand, take a peek!