Ellie Slott Fisher
Honesty, frankness, personal (and embarrassing) revelations and a healthy dose of humor.
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.
The natural follow-up up to Mom, There’s a Man in the Kitchen and He’s Wearing Your Robe is Dating for Dads, in which I reach a virtually ignored and ever-growing audience of single fathers and embellish my reputation as a relationship expert. My newest book on relationships, It’s Either Her or Me, shines a spotlight on the sometimes challenging, but oftentimes rewarding connection among all the women in a guy’s life. Any woman who is, was, or will be a mother, mother-in-law, wife, girlfriend, sister or sister-in-law will learn from the wonderful women who share their stories.