“Lost in Suburbia: A Momoir” Leaves You Lost in Laughter with Tracy Beckerman

In her latest book, “Lost in Suburbia: A Momoir”, being released today (April 2^nd), author Tracy Beckerman ‘tells it like it is’ with raw authenticity, while motivating you to keep turning the pages with her signature sidesplitting humor.

You know those friends who let it all hang out when you get together, sharing every dirty detail of their latest embarrassment, confident that you are going to laugh just as hard as they will once the initial shock and shame wears off?  The friends who make you belly laugh so hard you’re afraid you’re going to need to borrow your toddler’s diaper to keep from having your own accident?

That’s the kind of friend Tracy is, and it shows in “Lost in Suburbia: A Momoir, How I Got Pregnant, Lost Myself, and Got My Cool Back in the New Jersey Suburbs.”

Tracy gives you a hefty serving of “yeah, that happened” reality, paired with a double dose of self-deprecating humor, which will keep you pouring through the pages.  Don’t believe me?  Just read this little segment about her return to work as a television writer, a couple months after her son was born, which happened to be while she was still breastfeeding, and as sometimes happens, leaking.

For a while I tried to ignore the looks and remember that I was doing something good for my son.

But one day, as I was reviewing the script of a junior producer, I looked up to see him staring intently at my breasts and I snapped.  “Unless you need some milk for your coffee, I suggest you focus on this sorry ass script you wrote rather than being fixated on my leaking boobs.”

He turned a nifty shade of red and slunk out of my office.

A moment later, my boss’s head popped in.

You know you can picture her sitting at her desk, and you think you know what happened next.  But you may be surprised.  What I will promise you is that it will make you laugh.  And it will make you feel better about the job you did as a mom, because Tracy reminds you we are not perfect, we don’t all instinctively know what to do once the baby pops out, and we may lose our cool among one crowd, but we can get it back in a bigger, more important way with people who will end up mattering much more to us.

The book is out now and available at several bookstores, along with Amazon. I say get yourself a copy and pick up an extra for your best friend who keeps you laughing the way that  Tracy does.

(Reader note: I was provided with a preview of the book so that I could properly review it.  I’m lucky enough to consider Tracy a friend and, though I do think I could have convinced her to buy me an extra drink at the bar, it certainly wasn’t necessary for me to write this review.  I did it because I adore those of you who read my blog and think you’d enjoy this book as much as I did.)