I got the very first copy of my book today, shrink-wrapped, sent by messenger from Dan Halpern, my editor at Ecco. Though i was tempted, I didn't open it. Instead, I called my mother. My mother is the OG mistake maker. Throughout my life, she'd called attention to her own comical errors. Every time she made a mistake, she'd say, "well, I hope some time I'll stop having these learning experiences!" Her willingness to admit when something went wrong rubbed off on me, and helped inspire me to write the book.
So I brought my mother the book, and she hugged it with pride before sitting down and flipping through. Here's my mom looking at the cover. I got a kick out of the fact that her sweater and my book jacket were in the same color family. Cosmic coincidence.