To Be Read: Bad Vibes Only/ Nora McInerny

To Be Read

Book: Bad Vibes Only (And Other Things I Bring to the Table)

Author: Nora McInerny

Haven't read it yet because: Nora's latest book - a collection of essays, was released October 11th and it just showed up in an Amazon box on my front porch YESTERDAY. I'll be starting it as soon as I hit publish on this post.

Should You Read it? I'm thinking the answer here is a big, fat, resounding YES.

If you aren't familiar with Nora, check out her award-winning podcast Terrible, Thanks for Asking. Between her soothing sound, her relatable nature, and the way she processes her grief along with us as the listener... Well. You can NOT find a better voice for the broken hearted, the tired Mom without a manual, the woman finding hope in humor. Nora has an ease in expressing pain, and in making space for the pain of others.

I really dialed in to the Terrible Pod around the time my grandmother died, a few months before COVID fell upon us. Mammaw passed away on September 9th. The #Terrible episode the next day, "Love, Babs"

tore my heart wide open.

The anniversary of 9/11 was the day after that. It was also the day of my sweet Mammaw's funeral.

But, I digress.

Read. Nora's work. Listen to her podcast. You'll have zero regrets.

Oh, and don't sleep on her Facebook reels. They're fire.

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