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Read Ellie Fisher's essay
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Ellie Slott Fisher When I first set out to write about dating as a single mom, I approached it from the perspective of a journalist - objective observer rather than emotionally involved participant. My agent said, "No. No. No. It's missing heart; it's missing voice. Write about yourself." Gulp. Didn't she know that the reason we go into print journalism is so we can report from the sidelines? A kind of: You show me yours, but I'm not showing you mine. But she insisted, "You're the expert. You've been there." So I came home from our meeting and sat down at my computer and slowly began to write about my own experiences - all highly embarrassing, riddled with poor judgment, and until now, very secret. The words just flowed. I mean, flowed to the point I couldn't believe what I, a very private person by all accounts, began to reveal. My bra size. My mistaking lust for love (Who knew? I was 41 for G-d's sake). My cowardly methods of ending romances. In the end, I was rewarded with not only wonderful reviews that referred to me as "a trusted girlfriend" and called my guide "real-world, on-the-ground stuff…warm-hearted and wonderful…with heart, humor and savvy" but also with a great sense of relief. I could indeed show you mine. Purchase Ellie's Books at Barnes
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