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Note to Self: 30 Women on Hardship, Humiliation, Heartbreak, and Overcoming It All

Note to Self: 30 Women on Hardship, Humiliation, Heartbreak, and Overcoming It All

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by Andrea Buchanan

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Thirty inspiring women share the enduring lessons they have learned from the defining moments of their lives.

Life rarely works out exactly as we plan. Rejection by a cherished friend, the onset of an unexpected illness, struggle with body image and self-perception — these experiences may challenge us, but our triumphs come to define us. We find


Thirty inspiring women share the enduring lessons they have learned from the defining moments of their lives.

Life rarely works out exactly as we plan. Rejection by a cherished friend, the onset of an unexpected illness, struggle with body image and self-perception — these experiences may challenge us, but our triumphs come to define us. We find comfort, joy, tears, and laughter in the wisdom, insight, and empathy we gain.

In Note to Self, thirty dynamic women share their inspirational stories with writer, director, and television and film producer Andrea Buchanan. Celebrities such as Grammy Award-winning rock star Sheryl Crow and Emmy Award-winning actress Camryn Manheim join stuntwoman Stacy Courtney, football player Katie Hnida, seventy- year-old HIV-positive grandmother Beverly London, and alcoholic-turned-interventionist Candy Finnigan to reflect on their unforgettable stories of redemption. Punctuated by tears and laughter, these poignant tales are full of incredible strength, invaluable knowledge, insurmountable odds, helpful survival instincts, amazing willpower, humiliation — sometimes on a national level — and a hefty dose of humor.

These unstoppable women emerged stronger, wiser, and more successful from the often painful and humbling turning points in their lives. While none of their unique stories will fit neatly on a sticky note you can tape to your wall, each of them carries an indelible message that can.

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When Your Pride's in Jeopardy

Camryn Manheim

Camryn Manheim is an Emmy Award-winning actress, most notably for her roles as Ellenor Frutt on The Practice and Delia Banks on Ghost Whisperer. She wrote her first book, Wake Up, I'm Fat! in 1999. She lives in Los Angeles with her amazing son, Milo. Her running charade skills are unmatched.

Most of my humiliating and humbling experiences have come not from the moments in which the horrifying incidents occurred but long after, when I put the pieces of the puzzle together and the whole picture became painfully clear. Like the time I wore a pearl jeweled brooch in my hair to a Golden Globes ceremony. At the time I thought I looked so chic and confident, but in retrospect it was truly a fashion faux pas. Lucky for me, the picture only showed up on several thousand websites and hundreds of publications...until Tara Reid's boob fell out of her dress on a red carpet and stole my limelight. I should send her a thank-you note.

I'm no stranger to humiliation. Most of the time, though, I'm able to take the punch, put it in its proper place, and find the amusement in the retelling of it. However, there is one moment that lives on in my memory, in my bones. The humiliation can still be felt when I turn the channel to ABC at 7:00 p.m. on any given night. It's humiliating times ten million, because that's about how many people watched me fail, and I failed big.

As the daughter of two Jewish educators who sent their only son to Harvard, there was an underlying pressure that I, too, would follow in their academic footsteps. At the age of ten, when I decided I wanted to be an actor, my parents thought the passing phase was cute. But as ten turned to eighteen, and I decided to seriously pursue being an actress, my parents found it no longer cute but — how shall I say it? — terrifying.

My whole family is a bunch of smarty-pants. And while I think of myself as smart, I guess my strengths would be better described as "differently" smart. For example, I can't spell my way out of a paper bag, but I like to think of myself as a good writer. When my son was born, I began a journal for him. This is an excerpt from my very first entry.

Dear Little One, There are a few things you should know about me before we go on this journey. First, you're going to see a few pictures around the house of me on a motorcycle. This does not mean you will ever be able to ride one. Secondly, I'm a terrible speller. I think I'll have you covered through second grade, but when you get into the five-letter words, you're on your own, kid.

While other new moms were reading first-time parenting manuals, I was leafing through the Oxford English Dictionary trying to figure out how to spell pacifier. The truth is, I was never able to retain the simple facts you learn in school. Geography? A blur. Social studies? If only it were social. Spanish? I was so bad at it, I couldn't even remember the swear words. Oddly enough, I could kick ass at charades and poker, but the decade when Trivial Pursuit was the number one parlor game was slightly traumatic for me. Truth be told, I would rather have a root canal than collect all the plastic wedges required to win that tedious game.

My parents used to quiz us in the car when we would go on long family vacations. How many senators are there for every state? What is the capital of Ethiopia? What kind of number is the square root of eight? Ad nauseam. It always felt like when the genes were passed out among the siblings, they were not equally dispersed. My brother got most of the "fact retention" genes, my sister got all of the "visual art" genes, and I got the "social" genes. I could make friends with a lamppost. That came from my mom. Since my dad was a professor of mathematics, you didn't get the car keys in my household without calculating the wear and tear on the car, the gas mileage, and the increased insurance for having a minor on the policy. Somehow or another, calculating odds and probabilities became my forte. As a result, my reports cards were strangely inconsistent: straight As in math and science, and Cs and sometimes Ds in reading comprehension.

I always wondered why I had so much trouble holding on to bits of information that other people could so easily retain. Because I excelled in so many other areas of my life — math, performing arts, problem solving, public speaking — no one, including me, ever dug deeper to uncover the mystery. I tried to talk about it with my parents and peers, but no one felt it was as important as I did, so I kept my concerns to myself. It was my little secret that I had to read the same sentence three or four times to really understand it but if I read it out loud, I could absorb the information immediately. It never occurred to me that what I was experiencing was a legitimate issue that learning specialists have known about for decades.

But I digress, which is not entirely surprising, considering the fact that I've been asked to talk about my most embarrassing moment. So here goes. It was circa 1998. I had just won an Emmy for best supporting actress on The Practice. I was the toast of the town and receiving invites left and right to premieres, charity events, art gallery openings, and talk shows. It was every young actor's dream come true. I was just about to buy a house (and contrary to popular belief, I was not making crazy TV money) when my publicist called and asked if I wanted to be on Celebrity Jeopardy! Um, lemme think about that for a second. ...NO! But then she told me that in lieu of payment, all three celebrity contestants would get ten thousand dollars' worth of Sony electronics. So, although my gut said I probably wouldn't fare that well in a game requiring a knowledge of endless facts, ten thousand dollars' worth of electronics made the idea a little more enticing.

Still, I wasn't sure if I should do it. I tried to discuss it with some friends: Should I? Shouldn't I? Should I? Shouldn't I? But no one really understood my dilemma. Everyone thought I'd be crazy not to go on Celebrity Jeopardy! and get a new state-of-the-art TV. "Everybody knows they dumb down the questions for celebrities, right? Besides, you're a fierce game player!" When I tried to explain that I don't retain Jeopardy!- like facts and that Trivial Pursuit gave me hives, not one friend believed that I couldn't fill out a United States map or name the landlocked countries in South America. It's not as if they were saying that to be kind or complimentary. They truly believed that I'd go on Celebrity Jeopardy! and kick ass. But I knew better. I knew that as the fateful words "Okay, God damn it, I'll do it!" were coming out of my mouth, I'd live to regret them.

When I arrived at Sony Studios in Culver City, I was escorted to the greenroom, where I met Alex Trebek. I don't remember the date. I don't even remember who my celebrity competitors were. I've blocked all of it out, and I have never spoken of it since, until now. It all started out just fine. After meeting Mr. Trebek, I was brought to the ! soundstage, where we had a practice run, which mostly consisted of getting used to the handheld buzzer and giving our answers in the form of a question. The rehearsal went fine, because they did dumb down the questions and I wasn't feeling as hopeless as I thought I would. But when it came time for the real game, the nightmare began.

Thirty minutes never seemed so long. Even recalling it now, all these years later, makes me nauseous. I didn't know the answers to any of the questions, but I kept clicking my buzzer anyway, making my score dip lower and lower into the negative numbers. What evil person thought of docking people for trying to answer a question and getting it wrong? I didn't even know the answer to a question about musical comedy, which made me feel beyond humiliated. In the Final Jeopardy round, the clue had something to do with a bicycle race in Europe. I thought the answer might be the Tour de France, but because I had already made such a fool of myself I was sure that anything my brain had come up with would be wrong — so out of total desperation, I peeked over my opponent's shoulder and copied his answer. Since I had the fewest points, Alex asked me to reveal my answer first — and (OH MY GOD, I WANT TO VOMIT) it was wrong. My only consolation was that contestant number 2 was also revealed to have the wrong answer. When contestant number 3 turned over the correct answer, which was the fucking Tour de France, the lights started flashing and there was a rainstorm of confetti and applause. In all my years doing theater, I have never wanted to get off a stage so desperately. The second they stopped taping, I quickly slipped out a side door, got in my car, drove home, and cried.

You can imagine how I felt, knowing that in three weeks my secret would be aired on national television for millions of people to see — not once, but replayed over and over again for, who knows, possibly the rest of my life? It didn't matter how many times Tara Reid flashed her boobs, or that Paris Hilton was incarcerated, or that Angelina wore her lover's blood in a vial around her neck. I was certain that none of these indiscretions would ever overshadow my Jeopardy! debacle.

I considered calling the network to see if I could pay them not to air my episode, or staging my untimely death so they would feel bad about airing, but I chose that familiar friend, denial, and did nothing. Three weeks later that Jeopardy! episode aired, after which a strange silence filled my home. I hoped it was because everyone knew I was about to leave on a big press tour to promote a book I'd recently written and they wanted to give me some space, but deep inside, I feared it was because no one knew what to say to me. It was the first time I viscerally understood what the word dread felt like.

On my press tour, I traveled to all the major cities. Wouldn't you know it — the same people who read my book also happen to watch Jeopardy! So imagine this. For the previous year and a half, I had poured out my heart and soul into an autobiographical book about what it was like to grow up fat in America. It was about my journey traveling from victim to victor, and writing it had been the most empowering feeling I had ever experienced. I was scheduled to appear at seventeen different Barnes & Noble stores across the country, read an excerpt from my book, and have a Q&A afterwards.

The first stop was Seattle, Washington. After reading an excerpt from my book, I spied a sweet-faced young woman with her hand held high. She seemed safe and sincere, so I called on her. Never has my intuition been so wrong. That sweet-faced imposter looked at me and asked, "What happened to you on Jeopardy!? You strike me as someone who is extremely smart." I was totally and completely unprepared for that question, and I stood there hoping that lightning would strike the Seattle Space Needle and the city emergency sirens would go off and we'd have to evacuate the building. But no such luck. I just had to try and finesse my way out of it and go on from there — over and over again. It turned out that not only had I humiliated myself in front of millions of television viewers but I also had to relive that humiliation through seventeen cities and three different time zones.

Look, it's my fault. I knew when I said, "Yes, I'll do it," that I would be revealing a carefully covered-up secret. My greed for the coolest new technological gadgets trumped my deepest and darkest fear. And it wasn't until my son was born three years later that my most shameful memory became my most enlightening one.

When Milo was still a baby, I began to read a lot of child development books. There was one book in particular that really resonated with me — A Mind at a Time, by Dr. Mel Levine. He wrote, "It's taken for granted in adult society that we cannot all be 'generalists' skilled in every area of learning and mastery. Nevertheless, we apply tremendous pressure to our children to be good at everything. They are expected to shine in math, reading, writing, speaking, spelling, memorization, comprehension, problem solving...and none of us adults can do all this."

In his book there was a story about a third-grade kid who read a book to his mother every night before he went to bed. But when they tested him at school to place him in the proper reading level, they discovered he could not read at all. Naturally, his mom was extremely confused, because her son read to her every night. After further testing, she learned that her son had memorized the books, which made it seem like he was reading them. The school told her that he had gone to all that effort to cover up the fact that he was not learning how to read like the other kids. And despite the fact that this young boy couldn't read the words, he'd developed an alternative set of memorization and presentation techniques, clever enough to convince his attentive mom. Dr. Levine presented this story to illustrate his belief that one of a child's primary goals, every day of his or her life, is to avoid humiliation, and that a child will go to any length to protect him or herself from it. But as awful as humiliation is, the child's overwhelming need to escape it will often inspire the development of many unique creative and empowering skills and abilities.

As I was reading the story with tears rolling down my face, I realized that I was just like that little boy. I knew early on that I was not learning like the other kids. My strategy was to become the class clown, to excel in other areas, and to develop other skills, all to mask what I could never make sense of. I have always had so many expectations of myself, and this was one area that I couldn't control. Accepting that I had learning limitations has always been the hardest thing for me to do.

It's taken me a long time to forgive myself for it: for not being able to find a way to overcome it. It is such a relief to finally lift the imposter's cloak from over my head and accept that I am "differently" smart and that being intelligent has little to do with whether you know what razor-thin country accounts for more than half of the western coastline of South America, or the temperature at which a gas becomes a liquid.

After studying a few other child development books, I learned a lot about myself, as well as how other people process information. I learned that some people learn visually, others tactilely, and some learn audibly — and that I fit into that last group. Turns out that I learn by hearing information, not by reading it. So basically, I had a learning disability that went undetected for forty years. It was through my work with a psychologist that I finally got the proper diagnosis. What a relief to finally understand why I'd struggled for so long! On the flip side, the harsh reality of having a reading disability meant that unless I reread my textbooks from elementary school out loud to myself, I had to continue living life without some of the factual information that others have at their fingertips.

In the end, I choose not to be defined by my humiliating moments but rather by my victories. I choose to see myself as the best of who I am. I am a force of nature, and I refuse to play smaller than that. I live my life out loud, and I count my blessings daily. I may not know about aerospace engineering or the latitude of the Adriatic Sea, but I do know one thing with absolute certainty: you will never see me on Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?

Copyright © 2009 by Andrea Buchanan

Meet the Author

ANDREA BUCHANAN is an award-winning filmmaker and the editor of the anthology, Note to Self: 30 Women On Hardship, Humiliation, Heartbreak, and Overcoming it All. Her writing has been featured in Women’s Health and Glamour magazines, as well as various blogs including vanityfair.com and huffingtonpost.com. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and the two amazing dogs they rescued.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A wonderful collection of moving stories woven together with a common thread; touching, deeply moving and incredibly inspiring and uplifting stories of brave women. Each story poignantly reminds us that we will all go through emotionally and physically challenging times in our lives, but we can still survive and be stronger as a result. Not only do these stories have uplifting and inspirational messages, they're funny and touching as well. Have your kleenex box ready and prepare for a wonderful read.
MinnesotaReader More than 1 year ago
In NOTE TO SELF, Andrea Buchanan shares a collection of inspirational, heartwarming stories gathered from a diverse group of 30 amazingly resilient women, many of them famous. Ms. Buchanan brilliantly collated these wonderfully poignant essays into her uplifting book. We can gratefully learn from each others' tales of overcoming life's challenges and obstacles, and flourish in these life changing moments. Each touching story ends with an enduring message summarizing the story's newly found wisdom. I learned that I am not along in facing life's hardships, and not only can I survive, but emerge stronger than ever. Grab a copy for yourself and all your friends!!
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I love a great story and imagine having 30 inspiring stories right at your finger tips. 30 women who will pull back the curtain to their lives. This book is amazing. Simply amazing. For anyone who still feels bound by their anger, guilt, hurt or pain from a past mistake or event, I also recommend "When God Stopped Keeping Score." I thought that the book was just about forgiveness, I soon learned, it was about so much more than that. I was about how you should deal with friends, family and yourself and more importantly, how to keep these relationships strong when things go wrong. Having read it, I feel like a better person. Maybe it is because this book spoke to me and not down to me. I have read a lot of books that was written like I didn't know anything. What the author of "When God Stopped Keeping Score" does is talk to you like a friend. I needed that. You will understand why when you read it. "When God Stopped Keeping Score" is available here on BN.com.
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