Yes, I am in the running for the Scrootch
award this year.
Much like every year.
So I've been thinking hard, (and yes, it hurts) and I believe I might have come up with a way to extend the appreciative and curb the irritation.
Hmm, that kind of sounds like a 50's song lyric.
But I digress.
So welcome to my Scrootch avoidance plan for 2014.
1. Buy small, homegrown, or local.
Buy an autographed or personalized copy of Coyote Summer at www.margosolod.com and I will donate the profit from the sale to our local food pantry. And they could use all the help they can get.
or- B. Give gifts.
Buy 2 copies of Coyote Summer because everyone has a child/grandchild/niece or nephew. Give one to your local library or local elementary or middle school. Actually, I have no control over this. Do what you will with them. Just remember the blood, sweat and ink that was sacrificed . . . (Oops, I digress again. Pardon.)
Not only will I donate the profits but I will send you, ABSOLUTELY FREE an autographed copy of my memoir with recipes, Cuttyhunk: Life on the Rock.
This is actually a triple win because now you will have an emergency gift for aunt Hilda when she brings you over an unexpected fruitcake. Or, even better, a gift for your child's school or sunday school teacher. Cookies are so old hat.
You give, I give, you give again, The food pantry gives. (and probably aunt Hilda gives the book away as well. It's the gift that keeps on giving.)
Start the ball rolling.
(Irritation is so unattractive in a woman my age)
And we thank you.