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Love Me Madly: A MemoirLove Me Madly is not a book about bad dates; nor is it a tale of grief and woe about a two-year trauma Resa suffered in a small, drug-infused, North Carolina mill town in 1982. Mostly, it is about the slow, painful progress she made toward realizing how those events during her teenage years impacted how she related to men as a result. She covers her failed marriage, debilitating migraines and a slew of faulty suitors and dating disasters ranging from frightening to hilarious. Through close relationships with her children, conversion to Judaism, intense therapy, her saving grace, Alanon, and too many kayaking trips to count, she became a successful writer and editor and a woman who is finally healthy, confident and content with herself and her life.

Published by Moonshine Cove Publishing, LLC

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The Love Me Madly: A Memoir Book Launch took place on August 27, 2015, drew more than 30 people, raised more than $100 in cash, plus donations for Safe Alliance and SOLD OUT of books! Yay! Thanks so much to everyone who attended for their generous time and support.

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Love Me Madly Excerpts

Here is an excerpt from Resa's book, Love Me Madly: A Memoir.

The kiss was definitely imminent.

I was on my first home-based date with Dylan, A.K.A. Airplane Man: A steaming hot late July afternoon at a local restaurant. Patio couch. Two hours of vacation talk and a couple glasses of wine later, he began inching towards me. I could see his lips moving, saying something about Sevilla, but all I could think about was how his lips would feel on mine. Not talking. This was a HOT date.

For most people, the date would have ended up in bed, but because I'm not very proficient at casual sex, I kept him at bay. I let him know: just kissing, ok?

He called me again, asked me out on Tuesdays for Saturdays, and took me on respectable dates, going to nice restaurants and shows. The chemistry was definitely there, but the momentum was slowing down for me, due to his lack of communication between dates. Yes, he was busy weeknights playing in a volleyball league, organizing poker nights and taking guitar lessons, all punctuated by a trip to places like Peru or India. But seriously, how long does it take to shoot off a "Hello – thinking about you" text?

I finally gathered that Dylan did not want a girlfriend. He was just hoping for a good Saturday night sex date. And suddenly it seemed we had nothing in common at all. He sprinted away, just another guy whose indubitable agent of communication is the one between his legs. Disappointing, sure. And of course, had things worked out between us, telling my friends that we met on an airplane on our way overseas would have held a certain cache.

But then, every day can't be a vacation.

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