A Caller From St. Sault Marie

One of the nicest perks from writing my book has been receiving emails and calls from readers.

They are thanking me for writing Not Exactly As Planned: A Memoir of Adoption, Secrets and Abiding Love.  They relate to my stories about the ins and outs of adoption. They relate to the challenges (and joys!) of raising our son with Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder.  They thank me for me honest about the  ups and downs many of us face.


People share their own stories with me. And mostly, they thank me for making them feel less alone in their struggles.

A great response to my book came in yesterday.  I received a call from a woman who lives in a small northern Ontario town. She had heard about my book on the CBC, and ordered it from an online bookstore (Chapters/Indigo).

Karen also thanked me for writing the book. Though her life is very different from mine, she has raised two children, a boy and a girl with FASD, now adults in their 20s. Karen has had her share of hardships. Her children are older, like mine, and her life is still very tied up with caring for them.  She realizes it may always be so.

Her marriage split up, as many do due to the stress of raising difficult children. But Karen has friends to support her and a strong will.  She's a survivor. 

At the end of our conversation, Karen said, "When I save up enough money, I'd like to buy 10 copies of your book to give away. I want to give one copy to the Children's Aid Society here. Another to the guidance counselors where my children went to school. Another for the local library and community centre. Another for the Native council office..."  I was greatly touched by her desire to spread the word about FASD and the struggles families like ours experience raising our children with the disorder.

Her comment about giving out copies of my book have been on my mind since she and I spoke. I kept wondering whether I should have offered to send her copies.

I received a call from her again this morning. "Just wanted to let you know that I ordered 10 copies of your book. Decided i really wanted to do it."

I let her know how generous I thought she was, and how thrilled I was that she would be passing my book on to people who would clearly learn a lot from it. What a kind gesture.

The next time I wonder whether or not I was crazy to bare my soul the way I did in the book,  I will think about Karen't phone call. I have no doubt it will banish all such thoughts.

At least momentarily.

Not Exactly As Planned  is available on Amazon

Post Book Launch Blues?

Everyone asks, "Has it been a letdown?"  They're referring to the aftermath of the book launch for my new book, Not Exactly As Planned: A Memoir of Adoption, Secrets and Abiding Love. It was held here in Toronto on November 18 at Ben McNally Books.

My answer?  Not yet.

The launch, as one twitter follower called it was a "crowd scene." I was so pleased to look up from my book-signing desk to see more than 120 smiling faces of family, friends, colleagues, neighbours and people who have worked with out family over the years. They had all come out on a stormy windy night here in Toronto, and they deserve big credit for doing so. It was the perfect eve to be home, sitting in front a fire and listening to the wind howl. But they chose my launch.

There they were, drinking bubbly, eating the wonderful homemade tapas made by neighbours. If you can use the term tapas for  creamed herring and smoked salmon and cream cheese on pumpernickel, among more tapas-like choices.

Fortunately for the bookseller, it was a book-friendly crowd, and more than 100 books were sold at the launch. My understanding is that the number is high for a launch, which added to my pleasure with the evening. The bookseller seemed happy, too.

Forty minutes after the evening began, I did a reading of two short excerpts from my book. Since it's a memoir, largely about our family (with all its joys and challenges), I picked one passage about our son Michael and one for our daughter Sarah. Equal opportunity parenting. I couldn't possibly have honoured one and ignored the other on such a big day. So I picked sweet, and what I would call upbeat passages to read about each of them as newborns. Limited any chance of them squabbling about factual correctness! Though the passages were sunny and bright, when I looked up for a breath from my reading, I barely found a dry eye in the house.  I was touched, and clearly the audience was too.

So to the question everyone asked the next day, and are still asking: "Has it been a letdown?" I can honestly say, not yet.

Response has been wonderful to the book.

I was worried, because the book is filled with raw emotion about raising our son with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome; about infertility and adoption, about life going, as the title of the book says, "Not Exactly As Planned."  The sub-theme about the challenges of learning to live with one's reality (as opposed to our hopes and dreams) seems to have struck a chord.

"Can't put it down." "Read it in one reading." "You're so brave to share so much about your life, your marriage..."  "So honest. It's imspiring."  "I relate to everything you say and don't have a child with special needs."  "The narrative just sucked me in. I stayed in the bathtub for hours." Lots and lots of bathtub reading. Along with wrinkled skin, I'm presuming.

Media interest has also been great. I did a wonderful interview on CBC's Fresh Air, their weekend morning talk show.  Here's the link. Interview focuses mainly on adoption.  https://soundcloud.com/cbc-fresh-air/linda-rosenbaum-on-adoption-and-fetal-alcohol-syndrome-nov3014

The Toronto Star is publishing an article this week about the book. More interviews in the make. Interest growing.

The emails and queries keep coming.
I'm still riding high.
Gonna stretch this out as long as I can before my time is up.  "In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes," said Andy Warhol. I'm hoping for 16.
Big thanks to all for getting me here.

To order Not Exactly As Planned:  http://brunswickbooks.ca/Not-Exactly-as-Planned/   or Amazon. com, Amazon.ca or Chapters/Indigo.ca

Mama Getaways

All mums, by and large, deserve breaks from mothering. No denying that aspects of the job description are rewarding. But for many of us – particularly ones like me who have children with disabilities – the job can sometimes take the living daylights out of us. When the signs are clear that we’re coming to our proverbial Wit’s End, it’s time to recharge. For everybody’s sake. As the saying goes, “If Mama ain’t happy...NOBODY’s happy.”

In my memoir Not Exactly As Planned, to be published in November by Demeter Press, I describe the strains on my marriage from raising our son with fetal alcohol syndrome. I’ll gently sum them up here with the following understatement:“The cups of tea he used to bring me in bed each morning during the first years of our marriage stopped coming.”

However, Robin and I were fortunate enough to have the resources to get away from time to time.

From the book:  “When Robin and I travelled, our problems seemed to vanish as soon as we hit the road. Travel was the key to remembering what it was we loved about being together. It was a magical elixir to our troubled marriage.

Undoubtedly, one of our trips’ positive attributes was the pact we made before we left: we wouldn’t talk about the children. It was always hard the first leg of a trip, but got remarkably easier as we hiked the Bruce Trail, rambled through England’s Cotswolds or ate our way through a Tuscan hilltown. We still called home daily, but never talked much about the kids afterward.

Since Michael had worked his way through all the babysitters in our community, we were always on the lookout for some strong, level-headed young or older adult to stay with the kids during our absences. Someone looking for a challenge – our version of a “handyman’s special.”
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I recently read entries from parents who belong to an online chat forum for parents of children with FASD. They shared their own creative approaches  to “getting away” when times are tough. sometimes known as running away from home. 

The first posting on the thread that opened the discussion was this:

“Well I may get a lot of backlash for this....but I ran away from home this weekend. One crisis too many and I was beyond overload. Called hubby told him it was his turn to parent 24/7 for the next few days. Got on hotwire. Got me a great rate in a 4 star hotel about 50 miles from home. Told everyone no call no text. I will text I'm ok. Which I did last night and this morning. Kinda nice the only noise I hear is the a/c unit. And no FB for me except this post.”

In response:

“To survive the last two years with all the ups and downs (mostly downs) with our FASD daughter, I found a friend who loves musicals and we began following our favorite musical on its US tour every three or four months. We'd book a hotel, get tickets for two or three shows a weekend and I could finally BREATHE. The cast may have thought we were stalkerish, but what they didn't know was that those weekends saved my sanity. It was expensive but my dh agreed it was worth every penny because I came back human. ;). The tour ended last fall, but we squeezed in a trip to NYC to see a few shows on Broadway this winter and next week we found a regional theatre performing our favorite musical so I'm hanging on by my fingernails for that! One week from today baby!!! People who don't live like this just think I'm spoiled. I've just learned that for my mental, physical, and spiritual health I have to get away.”

And another mum getaway tip:

“I think only we, the fetal alcohol spectrum disorder parents, know this exhaustion! And total desperation! There is an orchestra here in Burlington, Vermont, organized by two world class musicians and called ME2, whose members are made up of people with mental illness or who have it in someone close to them. They are just so excellent and their separate string orchestra is to die for. We recently went to one of their concerts called Music From the Holocaust, certainly mental health related, that will be with me for a long time.

I'm not a musician, but I feel a bond with them. I really think engaging your right brain is important in our situations. I've always loved art, although I'm not an artist, and every chance I get, I love going to exhibits and museums. We live between Boston and Montreal, so special exhibits are somewhat accessible.”

Good for you mums!

What’s YOUR secret to maintaining sanity?