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Life itself is the proper binge.
Becky and her husband Greg were walking through the mall one day, heading for a movie, when a girl walked toward them wearing a T-shirt that said, "Put your big girl panties on and deal with it!"
Greg laughed. "Somebody ought to write a book with that title."
Becky answered, "And I know just the person who could do it, my old buddy back in Dallas."
The movie they went to see featured Barbra Streisand as a flamboyant red-headed sex therapist named Roz. She was a hoot. As they walked out, Becky looked up at Greg and said sweetly, "Did I happen to mention that my buddy back in Dallas is a flamboyant red-headed sex therapist named Roz?"
They phoned me with the idea, came down from Colorado to talk about it, and the next thing I knew, I was writing this book.
Big Girl Panties is a story salad. As books will do, it took on a life of its own, informing me as I wrote. I'd started with the attitude of "Big Girl Panties are mature and capable, Little Girl Britches are childish and ineffective." Before long, though, I rediscovered an enormous truth: they are both wonderful and amazing, when worn at the right times.