Death by Minivan Goes South: A Book Tour

Death by Minivan Goes South: A Book Tour

Please note: this schedule is updated as much as I’m able! Thank you for your patience.

Hello, friends!

Things have gotten verrrry interesting around here, and I am pleased as punch to finally be able to tell you that I’m embarking on an adventure of a lifetime this Friday (yes, I said this Friday).

DEATH BY MINIVAN IS GOING SOUTH!!

That’s right, y’all: as soon as the uber driver picks me up in my driveway at 3 a.m. (yes, I said 3 a.m.), I’m heading to PDX, taking an early morning flight to Texas, and getting this crazy book show on the road!

And here’s the really exciting part … I WILL HAVE BOOKS! ON! HAND! TO SIGN FOR YOU! … even though they won’t officially begin shipping out until Monday, October 8th. Eeeeeeeek! Thanks to my publisher, OSV, for making this happen. WOOT! Go, #DeathByMinivanOSV team, GO! 

((By the by, you can still get the ebook version TODAY and read the WHOLE ENCHILADA on your smartphone or other device! You can also pre-order the physical book!))

Here’s what the tour looks like right now, and I’ve even included a few white spaces in my schedule (see below!), so … if you’d like a parish mission, moms’ group meeting, lunch and learn, moms’ night out, bagels and brunch, Q & A, etc., hmu! Let me know ASAP and we might be able to work something out. #willworkforcoffee and also #cashmoney because, hello! Driving is expensive! haha Also, here are some events I’ve done in the past as reference.

DBM Goes South 18 imageFriday, 9/28/18 and Saturday, 9/29/2018: 

SAN ANGELO, TEXAS

Sunday, 9/30/18 and Monday, 10/1/2018:

AUSTIN, TX

Tuesday, 10/2/18

HOUSTON, TX

  • 9-11:30 a.m. CST Bagels & Books event at Little Flower Bookstore in Katy, Texas
  • 12-1:30 p.m. CST Lunch & Learn for St. Anne’s Society of St. John Vianney Parish in West Houston 
  • Intimate Meet & Greet At Copperfield’s Bookstore in Spring from 7-9 p.m. Only the first 20 RSVPs will attend. Click here to reserve your spot!

Wednesday, 10/3/18:

LAFAYETTE, LOUISIANA

  • Evening Event (details coming soon!

Thursday, 10/4/18: 

NEW ORLEANS

Friday, 10/5/18

  • Friday morning in NOLA area open Click here to inquire.

MOBILE, ALABAMA

  • Private event (evening)

Saturday, 10/6/18 and Sunday, 10/7/18

PENSACOLA, FLORIDA

Sunday, 10/7/18:

  • Fly home to PDX from Pensacola, Florida by way of ATL

That’s it, folks! That’s the #DeathbyMinivanTourGoesSouth in a nutshell! I would be so grateful if you’d help me spread the word. And, you know, I wish I could have announced and planned sooner and better, but, you know what? LIFE. That’s what. #truth

So … will I see YOU when I’m down South? I sure hope so!!!! Otherwise, I would greatly appreciate your prayers. For real and trues. This ain’t no lie.

God bless y’all!

heather

P.S. To answer your questions:

  1. I will be gone for nine days total. #WOW
  2. Yes, this is the longest I’ve ever been gone from my babies and I have a lot of feelings about it. #allllllthefeels
  3. My hubby is taking vacation time from work to be Even More Amazing Daddy while I’m away, and … would you please pray for him and the kids??? #please
  4. Yes, I am driving from Texas to Pensacola. #epicroadtrip
  5. Yes, I am driving by myself. #coffeeme
  6. Yes, I have a Death by Minivan playlist to pass the time. #jams
  7. No, I will not be renting a minivan (unfortunately). Too expensive, as it turns out! Who knew??
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Welcome to “The New Normal”

Welcome to “The New Normal”

Well, it’s 8:55 p.m. and my eyelids haven’t permanently attached themselves to my eyeballs yet, so that’s a good sign. Good thing, too, because I need my eyeballs for the new full-time job I started today.

Wow – it’s pretty crazy for me to even type that last sentence, let alone be living in the midst of this new reality. After working either part-time or on a per-project consulting basis for the past 8 years, I am a full-time employee outside the confines of my own home.

Despite our economic circumstances, I have been (nearly 100%) satisfied with being a volunteering, ministry-working, consulting-from-home Mom, working on projects for clients on a case-by-case basis, and supplementing our unemployment income while my husband seeks full-time employment and manages the ministry. With three small children, it didn’t seem like a good idea for me to seek employment outside the home, so I didn’t. God had other ideas. And He cannot be outdone in generosity. So, during this, the 9th month of my husband’s unemployment, when hubby’s job prospects still are in the dumps and the finances aren’t getting any better, God sent me a job that I hadn’t been looking for.

As of today, I work for the local community college as a Career Specialist. For the next three months (phew – it’s a short-term position), I will be helping people with significant barriers (think childcare issues, homelessness, drug/alcohol addiction, physical and mental instability, etc.) to find gainful employment. After today’s indoctrination, I know I’ll have my work cut out for me.

Please don’t get me wrong – I am thoroughly grateful for what I’m anticipating will be a sigh of relief come bill-paying time, when, for the first time in a long while, I won’t have to squeeze my eyes closed as I fervently pray that we’ll have enough to get by until the next month. We have been just barely scraping by, and not without the generous assistance of others. It has been very humbling to be receivers rather than givers.

But as we settled in for sleep the other night, after the job offer had been made, and we reasoned – it’s only for three months … we aren’t in a position to turn down employment – I started to panic. “What about the kids?” I said to my husband. “What if they need me? Or you need me? What if I miss something?” And, in fact, today, my husband told me that I missed our 20-month-old’s singing debut of “Holy, Holy, Holy” in the car. Anyway, my husband reassured me that he could bring the kids to meet me for lunch once a week, that he would keep looking for work, that he wished he was the one working full-time and not me, that he was proud of me. That was all good enough news that I was finally able to fall asleep.

Trying to help me look on the bright side, a girlfriend enthused, “Think of it as freedom. You’re building up your career! You’ll have a lunch break for the first time in who-knows-when!” But you know, after the novelty of such glamorous concepts as “lunch breaks” and the like wore off, I decided that I don’t want to be free from my kids or my husband. I belong with them, and they with me. They are my path to holiness. In this “new normal” of 8.5 to 9 hours per day away from my little family, how do I get to be the kind of wife and mother God has called me to be?

Don’t expect any answers from me on that last question just yet – I am still working it out with fear and trembling. And a rosary or nine. And some walks around the block. And maybe a Girl Scout cookie or two.

What I do know is this – while my husband does the “stay-at-home Dad” thing, St. Joseph, whose Feast is this Friday, will be getting some extra-special prayers from this newly-minted work-a-day gal: “Please, St. Joseph – ask Jesus and Mary to watch over my family while I’m gone. Let them know I love them and I miss them terribly and that I’ll be home – where I belong – in time for dinner.”

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