photo-3My parents and I have a great relationship, full of love, humor, and appreciation for one another. It wasn’t always so. I remember not being allowed to go do what my friends were doing—pretty much all of the time during my teen years. That’s how I remember it, so it must be true.

I also remember a time when I said, “This is so unfair,” to my Mom and she replied with, “Jody, one day you’ll write a tell-all book about how unfair your life was, and when you do,” she said, “Spell my name right.”

Well, Mom, this one’s for you… (I’m kidding. No one wants to read a book about being grounded your entire life long—

Let’s think about this now… Chapter titles are coming to mind. And I’ve got some good characters to populate it… I love when ideas hatch while I’m doing something else.)

Okay, back to my original point: The thing was, my Mom never said the tell-all book line to my sister. (And my sister was grounded more than I was, and she had her own catch phrases.)

No, my Mom only said it to me. Because she knew.

And every time she said it, it validated who I was. A writer.

And after a while, she shortened it to, “Eh, spell my name right.”

I loved it because it was so opposite of everything I knew. In my world of fitting in with my peers, conforming, trying to look right, dress right, act right, here was my mom not giving a crap about her portrayed image and even being downright dismissive of it.

This was not lost on me, even then.

Today, when I start to get caught up in all the hoopla of what others think, that catch phrase manages to find its way back to me.

“Eh, spell my name right,” I say to myself. And I remember.

And I go on with my writing.

My first book, Upside Down Kingdom, is available on Amazon. I’ll sign it for you.