Yes, our books are organized by color.


I’m on my way to the gym at 9:30 for a Zumba class when I happen to check my e-mail on my phone. There is a message from a producer of ABC World News Tonight with Diane Sawyer asking if I might be available for an interview for tonight’s broadcast. Um, let me think about that for a second…


Am I available for an interview for the evening news?

Well, I have a lot going on today and… just kidding. Obviously, I call her immediately.

As I’m driving to the gym I quickly run through our story (using Bluetooth.) If you’re new here (welcome) and aren’t familiar with our entire story, you can start here.

Emily, the producer, says she’s going to call me back in five minutes. I head into the gym, check Malcolm into the Kid’s Club, and start to head up to Zumba when Emily calls me back.

“We’re very interested and would love to interview you for the story.”

She goes on to tell me that they need to interview me via Skype in 3 hours. The interview will be with David Muir. I need to have someone shoot some footage of me walking through our home and they will also be filming the blog.

Three concerns immediately flash before my mind:

  1. I’m disgusting. I haven’t showered in 1.5 days (don’t judge… I was planning on showering after Zumba)
  2. Our house is a mess
  3. The blog is down for maintenance

No problem. I say yes to the interview (of course) and I continue to Zumba.

I’m about to open the door and join the class in progress when I realize…


There will be no Zumba for me today.


The Preparation

I retrieve Malcolm from Kid’s Club promising a surprise at home (anything to avoid the tantrum guaranteed from pulling him out of Kid’s Club after only a few minutes of play time.)

I call Bob and ask if he can make it home on his lunch break to watch Malcolm and film the footage of me giving a tour of the house. He says yes.

I contact my designer to say that we need the blog up ASAP because it’s going to be making its debut on national television.

I drive home using everything in my power to stay present on the road.

Make it home safely.

Stick Malcolm in front of the Octonauts (his favorite show) and jump in the shower.

I take a cool shower, not warm or cold. Because of my commitment to cut our energy bill in half as I blogged about here.

Everything else happens too fast.

I’m cleaning, I’m making updates on the blog, I’m doing my hair, I’m posting on Facebook, I’m telling my parents I’m about to be interviewed for national television, I’m doing my makeup trying not to see my wrinkles and flaws, I’m getting advice from friends:

  • Don’t talk too fast
  • Avoid the ums
  • Listen to the entire question before you respond
  • Be yourself

I’m sending Emily the producer pictures of us to use in the segment.

I’m trying to breathe, trying not to freak out.

Bob comes home and jumps into Superman mode. He cleans, he takes care of Pablo and Mallie, he gives me emotional support.

The Interview

I stare into the little circle at the top of my laptop.

I smile. I try to avoid the ums. I try to speak slowly, but not too slowly.

I listen.

David Muir is lovely.

We have a nice chat. He says that he told Suze Orman our story. I try not to be overly amazed by that. He shares her advice for us and asks me what I think. I respond. I don’t remember the words.

And it’s over before I know it.

I’m told by Emily that it went well. That everyone is quite happy. I breathe a mini sigh of relief.

Where in the world is Pablito? (this is our front yard)

Where in the world is Pablito? (this is our front yard)

The House Tour

Bob uses his iPhone to film me clumsily leading viewers through our home.

I have never done anything like this before. I think about those poor contestants on Design Star (love that show.)

This is definitely harder than it looks.

Take after take after take. I do not enjoy watching myself on camera. Who is this person?!

We get it done. Finally. Thanks to Bob. Bob is a great coach.

After some technical difficulties (one of the videos was upside down?) we get ABC News the videos and exhale. We did it.

My Moment of Feeling Like Part of The Newsroom

Bob goes back to work.

I tend to Malcolm’s needs. It is way past his nap time and he’s hungry.

We share some tomato soup and then I put him down for his nap. I lie in his bed with him and read him a book. I proceed to fall asleep.

I wake up. Completely disoriented.

I check my phone in the office only to find too many texts and voicemails wondering where the hell I am.

It’s like five minutes to air time on the East Coast and they still need another pic from me. They’re looking for a picture of me with my mom and Malcolm. Shit, shit, shit. I call Emily immediately (she is remarkably calm) and look for the perfect picture.

why oh why oh why am I not better at organizing my photos?!?! curses!

How many minutes left? Are we going to make it? How is Emily so calm? She does this every day.

Emily finds the perfect pic on my Facebook page and asks for my permission to download it. Yes. Yes. Go! Go! Phew.

Bob frantically calls me: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! DID EMILY GET A HOLD OF YOU?!

Bob had been fielding these messages for me while I was AWOL. Thank you, Bob. I’m so sorry I put you in that position. And sorry to your coworkers too. And of course I am sorry to Emily too. I learned my lesson.

Suze Orman Thinks We’re Smart

At 3:30 L.A time the segment airs on the East Coast and in the Midwest. My friend Carla FaceTimes me and holds the phone up to her TV so that I can see the segment. I catch the last half and get to see Diane Sawyer say, “Love in the Time of Foreclosure” at the end of the segment. It was trippy!

We watch the entire segment three hours later on our TV. As we’re watching, Malcolm says, “Don’t be on TV, Mommy!”

Suze Orman gives us advice. Suze Orman says we are smart.

Diane Sawyer repeats the name of our blog. “Love in the Time of Foreclosure,” she says with a hint of appreciation.

We toast. We breathe. We sleep.

My Vulnerability Hangover

I wake up this morning unable to walk without pain and a severe limp. My first thought is, “Zumba!” But no… I didn’t go to Zumba yesterday. What the hell?

My neck is all locked up and the pain travels down to my lower back. I move cautiously and slowly.

I do some gentle stretches and am able to walk without limping after spending some time in child’s post.

I manage to get Malcolm ready for school. I get him there very late.

One of his teachers asks me: “Did you sleep in?”

And I start to cry.

“No, I hurt my back.”

What the–?! Why am I crying?

I get to my car and the tears just flow. Am I sad about my back? Am I embarrassed that I was so late getting Malcolm to school? Am I PMSing?

The incredibly wise Brené Brown’s phrase “Vulnerability Hangover” enters my head. I’m thinking about her TED talk when she says that after her TEDx talk she had the biggest vulnerability hangover of her life.

I call Bob and cry some more. I tell him I think I might have a vulnerability hangover.

He agrees. He also suggests that I might be confronted with the opportunities that are now available. All I can think is that there probably are opportunities, but I don’t know what they are or how to seize them.

He says:

“Isn’t it interesting that this is the moment for you to seize the opportunity and what happens? Your back seizes up.”

I cry some more.

Yes. That’s it. Dead on.

I feel overwhelmed by everything there is to do.


But I have no idea how to make the most of it.

Last night Carla told me,

“Don’t have any expectations, just enjoy the moment.”

And today my mom tells me,

“This came to you randomly. Just trust that you’re already doing everything you can.”

I can do that. I can do my best to enjoy this moment. I can trust. I can be grateful. I know how to do that.

But capitalizing on this moment? No idea. Just keep doing what I’m doing. Just keep sharing. Keep writing. Just keep reaching out to others going through tough times.

Am I glad it happened? Yes. YES.

What do I hope to achieve?

A larger platform? Sure. Yes. Let’s be honest. I would love to be able to get this message out to all those people who lost or are losing their homes…

Does that scare me? Yes.

Because it makes me vulnerable.

And I know that I’m really good at sabotaging myself when I feel vulnerable.

I think I need to go watch Brené Brown’s TED Talk again.

For now, I will be nursing this vulnerability hangover… I’m not quite sure how just yet.

Water. Putting the attention on others in my life. More water. And a visit to the chiropractor.

And perhaps a soak in a hot tub. Again, water.


Thank You!

Thanks for watching last night.

Thank you to those of you who bought my book today.


If you missed the segment, here it is:

Housing Market Makes Comeback, End to Foreclosure Crisis in Sight – ABC World News Tonight with Diane Sawyer

Thank you Bob for all you did and to Thor for getting the blog up and live in such a huge time crunch!

And to Sara Jensen Design for making the new LITTOF site so pretty!



Have you ever experienced what Brené Brown calls a “vulnerability hangover” after putting yourself out there in a big way?

If so, I’d love to hear about it in the comments below. Thanks!


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  1. Jeanette
    Posted February 19, 2013 at 7:26 am | Permalink

    This one in particular made me teary-eyed. To be vulnerable is to be brave. And what a whirlwind of a day, a year, a life for you and your family. Onward to the next adventure – wherever it takes you!

  2. littof
    Posted April 10, 2013 at 5:45 pm | Permalink

    Thank you so much for that, Jeanette!

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