I love my family. My sister called today and said, "I was telling some women I work with about your book. And about your blog, only I couldn't remember what you called it. I told them it was 'Why Everyone Should Listen to Me,' or 'Why I'm Smarter Than All of You.' Isn't it something close to that?"
I clapped a hand to my head. "Yes, I suppose it is."
"Yeah, so they said they might want to buy your book only I couldn't remember your website."
"You mean the one where I spell out my name?" I ask. (It's www.denaharris.com)
"Right. I couldn't remember if it was that or ddharris.com like your e-mail. But I'm sure they'll find it."
You see, this is why God made PR specialists. To overcome the damage done by good family intentions. (Ha ha...just kidding sis!)