Lisa Scottoline - Why My Third Husband Will Be a Dog: The Amazing Adventures of an Ordinary Woman

2009

I love Eleanor Roosevelts quote about women being like tea bags. I have it written on a Post-it stuck to my computer and I keep one in my jewelry box, too. The quote is the reason I started writing books, but Im getting ahead of myself.

Heres the story of me: Im an English major who became a lawyer, though I always wanted to write a novel. After my first divorce, I found myself single with a young baby (dont try this at home). I wanted to stay home to raise my baby, but I had no dough. My back was against the wall, so I decided to finally try to write that novel. I figured you cant get any broker than broke.

Turns out you can.

I wrote for the next five years, living on credit cards, nursing my baby by day and reading rejection letters by night. Yet it was a deliriously happy time of my life.

Women are tea bags, remember?

My favorite rejection letter was from a New York agent who said, We dont have time to take any more clients and if we did, we wouldnt take you.

Thanks.

No, really.

He helped me brew my tea.

I started writing fiction because I wanted to see in books the kind of women I saw in real life. I grew up with a strong, funny, and feisty mom; Mother Mary, whom you will meet herein. She taught me the dangers of swimming too soon after you eat, and also that toasters are out to electrocute you. She ran our family, The Flying Scottolines, alternating kisses and hugs with swats from a wooden spoon. Her tomato sauce was the glue that held us together, and her kitchen table was more powerful than a conference table in any Fortune 500 company.

But when I read popular novels, I didnt see any women like my mother, my girlfriends, or even myself. The women were all minor characters-wives, girlfriends, and/or hookers-and their characterization was as thin as a thong.

In short, women never got to star in books, and it got me wondering. How are we supposed to star in our own lives, if we never see that anywhere around us? How can our daughters realize their fullest potential, if theyre still pouring coffee in fiction?

So I started to write stories starring ordinary women, who are extraordinary in so many ways. Im talking about teachers, lawyers, journalists, at-home moms, judges, dentists, and nurses.

In short, tea bags.

My characters get themselves into hot water and out again, stronger and better for it. Just like life. Sixteen years and sixteen books later, the books are bestsellers, thanks to you.

(Big hug.)

My trademark heroine is everything I want to be, or how I feel on a good hair day. Interviewers always ask me if Ill write a novel with a male as the main character, (a question no male author is ever asked), and here is what I answer:

No.

Why? they ask.

Because I have ovaries. And I write what I know.

It was so good to be writing books about extraordinary ordinary women, I thought it would be even better if I wrote about them for the newspaper, too, so I started a weekly column called Chick Wit for The Philadelphia Inquirer. Now Ive rewritten those columns, added some new ones, and turned them into this little book.

In the next pages, youll read about the amazing adventures of our everyday lives-like wrestling with Spanx, juggling hockey and soccer practices, and trying to keep our roots touched up. I also offer plenty of useful advice, like how to survive Valentines Day, why you should embrace visible panty lines, and that you should throw away your iron, immediately. The stories that follow are in no particular order, and together theyre a mix tape for moms and girls.

In short, tea bags.

As for the cast of characters, youll meet my real-life family, starting with Mother Mary, she of the traveling back scratcher. And Brother Frank, whos gay and lives in Miami with Mother Mary, in a small house that smells of ravioli and really strong aftershave. Theres daughter Francesca, now a budding author who writes herein to give her generations take on things. And finally beloved father Frank, who has passed on, except for his soul, which guides me in life and also on 1-95.

Theres also best friend Franca and assistant Laura, who are so alike that theyre almost the same extraordinary woman, but in different bodies. Every girl needs girlfriends, and they are my besties. If I killed somebody, they would show up with shovels and Hefty bags. A girlfriend is just another word for accessory after the fact.

And youll also meet the disobedient pets that fill my life, and unfortunately, my bed. As of this writing, I have four dogs on rotation-two golden retrievers, a corgi, and a newest addition, Little Tony The Anatomically Incorrect Puppy. I also support two cats, a flock of chickens, and an ancient 4-H pony, Buddy. Whoever says you cant buy love has never had a pet.

Finally, appearing in these pages are my two ex-husbands, Thing One and Thing Two. They are minor characters.

Bottom line, Im a woman on my own. Im betting you can relate, even if youre married or sharing your bed with something other than a golden retriever. In the end, we are all of us on our own.

And thats good news.

Because were strong enough to star in our own lives.

And we tea bags make a helluva cup of tea.

I hope you enjoy this book. I think its funny, emotional, and true. Youll laugh, youll cry, and youll swear off pantyhose.

Welcome to my world.

And yours, too.

Tea bags, unite!

Lets start a revolution.

Im old enough to remember Ozzie and Harriet, which means that my idea of the nuclear family was born in the 1950s and never quite grew up. By that I mean, a family has a Mommy, a Daddy, and two kids. And a dog.

Run, Spot, run!

We all know that the nuclear family has changed, but whats interesting to me is that nobody has just one dog anymore.

Im not sure when it started, but all of the people who used to have a family dog now have family dogs. I myself have a full herd-three golden retrievers and one Pembroke Welsh corgi, who rules us all. Multiple dogs used to be thought of as crazy. Fifteen years ago, when I used to walk two dogs in the city, people asked me if both dogs were mine. Now I walk four and nobody raises an eyebrow.

This is true on TV as well. More and more, we see two dogs chowing down in Iams commercials, side-by-side. The Dog Whisperer, Cesar Milan, spends many of his episodes trying to get all of us crazies with multiple dogs to live happily together.

So when exactly did people start acquiring multiple dogs?

And why?

Before you answer, consider another phenomenon, which Im sense is related. What caused the nuclear family to blow up was that people started getting divorced like crazy. All of a sudden, the divorces began to pile up. I dont mean across-the-country, I mean in one person. People I met had acquired second and third divorces almost as easily as they had acquired second and third dogs. At some point, the third divorce became the new second divorce. No one even bothered to count their first divorce. People didnt tell their third set of kids about it. It happened so long ago, you could easily forget.