Monday, October 22, 2012


     It has been about six months now since my book, Nice Children Stolen from Car, has been available on, and through several other booksellers. The support from COHs has been phenomenal, and I thank you all for your words of encouragement and recommendations of my book to other COHs.
     Since the book was first released, I've been receiving quite a bit of feedback. The reactions of non-COHs have been as follows:
1) Expressing a desire to hug me, sometimes actually doing so. Here are just two examples: I was waiting in line after church to speak to our minister, when I noticed an older woman, one of my fellow choirmembers, hovering nearby. When I greeted her, she came right up to me and said, "I read your book, and I just want to hug you." She is a lovely woman, but not someone I think of as the "hugging type," but that day she embraced me as if I were her own child.
      A similar scenario occurred at work... my boss had bought the book, read it, and passed it on to her husband, a psychologist. A few days after she had given to him to read, she appeared at the doorway of my cubicle.
     "Stand up," she commanded. I did (she is my boss, after all). She then folded me gently in her arms, gave me warm hug and said, by way of explanation, "That's from Terry [her husband]. He just finished your book."
    That fourteen year old hoarder-home child that still lives somewhere within me has appreciated every one of those hugs/hug offers.
2) Marveling at my "normalcy." If I received a dollar every time I heard the phrase: "But you're so normal!" I would most likely never have to work again.
     When I hear this remark, I usually respond with a laugh and a "Well, relatively so, I guess."
The fact of the matter is that I left my hoarded home almost forty years ago, and it has been a long journey from there to what most people call "normalcy."
3) Trying to explain to me that my father's hoarding was a result of the "Great Depression." I have to admit, I am not very patient with this reaction. To be blunt, it pisses me off.
     A friend of mine's dad actually lived through the Great Depression. His basement has a cabinet with a lot of canned goods, more than his small family needs. When my friend went off to college, her dad sent her with bags and boxes full of food, fearing that his daughter would be hungry.  His home wasn't a fire and health hazard.
     My father didn't live through the Great Depression. It was over when he was an infant. Unlike my friend's father's home, there was never enough food in our house, except for my father. You know those books and movies where there is one scrap of food, one crumb, and the parents give it up for the children... well, not in our house. My father always took the biggest portion and we six kids were left with whatever remained, even if that left us with next to nothing.
     He was truly a hoarder extraordinaire... everything was his.
4) Expressing anger at the way Child Protective Services handled the case.  While I agree that our situation could have been managed better, I remind people that this happened almost forty years ago, and children weren't removed from abusive or even dangerous homes as promptly as they are now.
5) "I never thought about the kids when I was watching "Hoarders."" That's one of the reasons I wrote the book.


  1. I hope you sell many many books! And how can we get one signed by you, the awesome author?

    A toast of thanks for all of us COHers who pass for normal.

  2. I would be honored to sign your book... if you send it to me, I'll send it back with a nice inscription.

  3. Wow. Just wow. To think the children aren't even considered. I haven't read your book yet, but I completely understand why you wrote it. As a blossoming COH who is ready to integrate all facets of my life, I really appreciate your remarks above as well.


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