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July 12, 1968

The column headings are written in my father’s all-cap print. The entry – incredibly, to me – is written in my mother’s hand, a confident cursive complete with cheerful circle above the “i” in Happiness. In the four journals I have of my father’s, this is a lone entry on the last balance sheet he would keep in those pages.

Listen to an excerpt from The Gathering Girl. (From the chapter “Dear Tom, Dear Susan.”)

Psych NP Publishes Debut Memoir

Columbus-based psychiatric nurse practitioner, Amanda Rush, has published her debut memoir, The Gathering Girl.

“Seven years in the writing, this book is my attempt to make meaning of the cumulative and relatively quiet damage wrought by my parents’ divorce, my mother’s mental illness, and a childhood in which I was generally left to tend to myself. I hope my book will inspire others whose lives have been impacted by adverse childhood events to re-examine their life narratives and move toward a place of healing.”

Amanda Irene Rush

Summary

When she was 12, Amanda’s best friend’s family gifted her a Christmas stocking stuffed with a carton of cigarettes. She was thrilled. The cigarettes meant she would no longer have to steal and smoke her mother’s uncool brand. And the stocking—though it didn’t have her name stitched along the top like everyone else’s—meant, for the moment at least, that she belonged. She hadn’t felt that way since before her free-spirited mother left her corporate-climbing father with 4-year-old Amanda and her older sister in tow. Before her father remarried a woman who never wanted children. Before her mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Before Amanda and her sister were left to largely fend for themselves.

More than three decades later, with the death of her parents as a catalyst, Amanda began sifting through the relics of her family’s fragile past. She wondered if the chance objects she and her mother and father had held on to—a faded doodle of a girl gathering apples, broken knickknacks, worn family photos and her parents’ journals—might unravel their long-standing and tightly woven narrative and tell a different story.

Searching through the eyes of “The Gathering Girl,” Amanda discovers an alternate truth buried within the deepest roots of her family tree. She demonstrates how the untangling of a twisted past can be both beautiful and brutal, and how the journey can ultimately lead to forgiveness.

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Milestones: Two Months

The Gathering Girl is two months old!

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If the book were a baby she’d be sucking on her little fists and smiling at people who smiled at her. She’d be learning object permanence — the Piagetian concept that things still exist even when you can’t see them. She’d be cooing and pooping and living in the moment. Not so her mama. Like an overly anxious parent, I’ve been wasting time worrying about her future. It’s about as pointless as an actual parent worrying about how well their infant will do seventeen years hence on her SAT and whether it’ll be good enough to get into a decent college.

I need to stop worrying and live in the moment. Enjoy the milestones the book has already achieved. It’s written, for one. It’s published, for two. And it’s out in the world, for three. Those are huge and I will try my best as I move forward in this post-publication journey to remember them.

Here are some other milestones in the last month:

  • I have two library readings booked for the summer.
  • A local book club will be reading the book and having me come talk with them about it.
  • The Coover Society in London, Ohio, has invited me to speak at their luncheon — Women Empowering Women — in May of 2024.
  • A writer whose work I admire tremendously has invited me to coffee with her in the fall to discuss doing some kind of speaking event at a college I love.

Some of these milestones I anticipated; others I didn’t. I will remember that just because I can’t see the future of my book, a future does indeed exist for it.

Thanks to everyone who has already bought and/or read the book. It means more to me than I can express.

For those who haven’t . . . what are you waiting for?

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How to Score a Free Read

If cost is an issue, I get it. There are too many books on the shelf already and not enough bucks in the budget. Here’s how to score a free read: Go to your local library and request that they add The Gathering Girl to their collection. Tell them the book is available on Ingram. They’ll know what that means. 🙂

Mad Lib Book Reviews!

At my book launch party in Columbus last week, I asked people to give me four words. I’m sure they wondered why. Who remembers Mad Libs? There’s a scene in The Gathering Girl where my friend Heather and I are playing them, and I thought, why not try a little Mad Libbing of my own? Here are just a few of my favorites. Enjoy!

The Gathering Girl by Amanda Irene Rush is a flaming book about apprehensive baboons. I would recommend it to anyone interested in apricots.

The Gathering Girl by Amanda Irene Rush is a luscious book about joyful cats. I would recommend it to anyone interested in sisters.

The Gathering Girl by Amanda Irene Rush is a silly book about ambivalent houses. I would recommend it to anyone interested in dogs.

The Gathering Girl by Amanda Irene Rush is a hard book about glorified motorcycles. I would recommend it to anyone interested in baboons.

The Gathering Girl by Amanda Irene Rush is a special book about melancholy dogs. I would recommend it to anyone interested in homes.

Celebrate That Shit

“You’ve got to celebrate that shit,” said my niece, Kenzie, who I had hired to be my virtual assistant (check out kenziesdesk.com), when I told her my publisher and I had uploaded my memoir to online distributors, the equivalent in this day and age of going to press.

“I did,” I told her, “I made Aaron take me out for pie.” Fitting, as the uploading had taken place on pi day, March 14. “I had chicken pot pie and apple pie,” I told her.

“Fucking awesome,” Kenzie said. “Now make a list of 50 other things to celebrate in connection with the book. I want you to send it to me and print it out and post it on your fridge and look at it every day. And when you achieve something on the list, you celebrate that shit.”

I made a list (just shy of 50 things), and now, about a month later, I’m surprised that so many of the things have already happened:

  • Sent a free copy to someone I love. 
  • Ordered my first big box of author copies. 
  • Fulfilled all my pre-orders. 
  • Signed my first copy live. 
  • Did a reading at the local YMCA. 
  • Sold a copy to someone face to face. 
  • Had someone tell me the book meant a lot to them. 
  • Had someone agree to write a review and post it online. 
  • Read the first online review. 
  • Had someone quote a part of the book to me.
  • Had a writer I admire promote the book in some way.
  • Had someone tell me the book made them cry and specify which parts.
  • Had someone tell me the book made them laugh and specify which parts.
  • Left a copy of my book in a random place.

Since pi day, I’ve been doing a lot of fretting and obsessing and planning and deep breathing, but not much celebrating. I know Kenzie’s right: it’s important to pause along the way and acknowledge the things we’ve accomplished.

Celebrate comes from the Latin celebrāre to crowd, implying that the act of honoring, extolling, praising, and making known – in short, celebrating – should be done with other people. So, in the spirit of celebration, I’m writing this post and sharing it with you, friends. Huge thanks to those of you who helped me accomplish the things mentioned above. I will update you all periodically as more things are checked off my list.

By the way, here are some other things from the list, not yet accomplished:

  • Did a reading at the local library.
  • Did a reading at one of the Columbus Metro libraries.
  • Did a reading at Gramercy.Did a reading at one of the Barnes & Noble.
  • Did a reading at Two-Dollar Radio.
  • Crashed an open-mic. (For Kenzie)
  • Had a bookstore agree to stock my book.
  • Got invited to someone’s writing class to talk about the book.
  • Got invited to speak on a panel about the book or about memoir in general.
  • Got invited to read at a local literary series.
  • Got invited by Ashland University to be part of their summer residency.
  • Sold 100 books.
  • Sold 500 books.
  • Sold 1000 books.
  • Got Oprah to put her sticker on my book.
  • Had a book club read my book and invite me to a party to talk about it.
  • Had the book translated into another language.
  • Had an audio version made.
  • Got invited to talk about the book on someone’s podcast.
  • Got invited to do a radio interview about the book.
  • Ran across my book “in the wild” (at a thrift store, yard sale, bookstore or library I’ve never been in, etc.).
  • Received a fan letter from someone I don’t know.

It’s a Book!

April 16, 2023: “The Gathering Girl” goes out into the world.

Today is the day I announced my book to the world. Well, at least to my small corner of it. Back in 2018, when I was wrapping up the final summer residency of Ashland University’s MFA in Creative Writing program, I told the instructor and my fellow students that I wanted to publish a book by the time I was 50. I will turn 51 in 10 days. I just made it!

Seven years in the writing, this memoir is my attempt to make meaning of the cumulative and relatively quiet damage wrought by my parents’ divorce, my mother’s mental illness, and a childhood in which I was generally left to fend for myself.

My hope is that anyone who has experienced adverse childhood events or who lives with the residue of a dysfunctional family will find some solace in my story.