It’s March. This I know.
And you know about the derivations of the international distress signal.
Nonetheless, I’m here with a sweet linguistic tidbit that might not change your life forever, but could liven up the next nightmare conversation you find yourself stalled in: “Say! Speaking of your Uncle Gilbert’s failed hair transplants, I once learned that. . .” And that’s when you can tell about the origins of the international distress signal.
“May Day” derives from the French, “Help me”, (literally: come to my aid or venez m’aider).
And now you also know how to correctly pronounce words with apostrophes in the middle and random silent consonants at the end.
Now that I’ve helped you with that mini culture capsule, here is how you can help me, if you would, please.
Talk. With me and with each other about this book. How to do this? Come by here for my thrice-weekly posting of excerpts, and let me know what you think. Generate discussion, get a buzz going.
Write. Post about what you like about this book on your own blog. Do you have readers who are interested in:
culture and travel
raising toddlers, raising teens
America’s foreign affairs
religion and spirituality
Scandinavia (especially Norway)
France (especially Paris)
Germany (especially Bavaria)
Austria (especially Vienna)
Switzerland (especially Geneva)
stress and depression
life with a traveling spouse
tragedy and traumatic loss
acute grief, bereavement and the permanence of absence
finding a community when you live nomadically
food, foreign cuisine
Then refer them to this blog, reblog, post excerpts yourself. . .
Interview. Contact me and let’s do an online interview. I’d love to share details of this journey with a broader audience than I can generate here by myself, and you can help me by inviting me to your virtual neighborhood. I’ll do written or Skyped interviews. I’ll call you on an old fashioned phone, even, I can do that.
Nota bene: You might recall I live in Switzerland, so there could very well be chocolate in the equation. (Not that you need a bribe. . .)
Preorder. Below is a recent email from a wonderful friend:
I just did a quick search on Amazon to see if I could reserve a copy now. Um, apparently not quite yet. When I search on your name, the first hit is “Teen Wolf Season 2,” followed by items such as “Road Trip-Beer Pong” and a baby orangutan doll.
Oh wait, no, I scrolled further down, and there it was! Ok, I am now at the top of Amazon’s list to receive a copy when it becomes available. SO VERY COOL!!! Congratulations…
You can do the same. I will update you on the progress of the publication of Global Mom: A Memoir more often than is rational, here at Melissa Writes of Passage, and I will genuinely listen to your concerns, questions, input and preferences (did you notice the new cover?) And, of course, I’ll even hear your supportive feedback.
Yes. I’ll listen to that, too.
So, venez m’aider!