First Glance at Twin Turbulence

Posted by on Mar 29, 2013 in From My Perspective, Twin Turbulence | 3 comments

I wrote a book.  I’m pretty freaking excited.  After all, I’ve been working on it for eight years.  There were many moments along the way when I was tempted to settle for “almost done.”  That certainly would have been easier.  Most of the content would still be included.  The general point still would have been conveyed.

But this would have never rested well with me.  I’m either all out or not at all.  I was reminded of this in January when I attended the funeral of a good friend of mine.  The theme of his eulogy  was “All out…all the time.”  It was just the inspiration I needed to get my butt in gear.

So I hired Cass Comerford to help me finish my book.  Since January, we have worked together to create my website and establish my writing presence in the blogosphere.  We collaborated on book content, final edits, and cover art.  It’s been a ton of work, but I’m loving this feeling of “driven” that I’m rediscovering.

All of a sudden, there was nothing left to do.  I received a text from Cass that read: “Look out for a package.  I’m not good at surprises…but this is going to be so worth it.”

I was so excited.  I knew the surprise was going to be a copy of my book.  I checked the mail daily.  On Tuesday when it was supposed to arrive, the kids and I squealed when we discovered an envelope from Amazon in the mailbox.  It was just the right size of a book.  Just the right weight.  From just the right company.

We made a production of opening it together.  They were just as excited as me.  As I pulled what I could feel to be a book out of the package, my heart was racing with anticipation.  Suddenly, my racing heart fell with disappointment.  The cover was the wrong color.  The title was the wrong title.  It was The Hobbit.  It was not my book.  I was so confused – I never ordered The Hobbit.

“Oh yay!” Gabe said.  “My book from Memom finally came!”

He was the only one that was excited…trust me.

On Wednesday, we were set to go out of town to visit my brother.  When 3 0’clock rolled around and it still had yet to arrive, it was necessary to re-direct the delivery of my book to Cleveland.  Another day passed.  Still no book.

The doorbell at my brother’s house finally rang Thursday afternoon – amidst the rush of getting five kids ranging in ages from 5-10 out of the house in a hurry to make it to an appointment on time.  The kids were thrilled when they ran the Amazon box up to me.  Memom (my mom and contributing editor) was bursting at the seams for me to open it.

But there was no time.  It wasn’t a moment that I wanted to rush.  I wanted to hold it.  Look through it.  Savor it.

Per my direction, we finished getting ready and threw the unopened box in the car.  It taunted me from the floor of the passenger seat as I rushed to get to Gabe’s haircut on time.  He was long and shaggy, and my brother had made the appointment for him.  It would have been rude to be late or miss it completely.

After Gabe’s haircut, we went to a neighboring Irish Pub to eat.  After we sat down, my mom offered to retrieve my book from the car for me.   Now seemed like the only opportunity we would have to open it for the rest of the evening, since our next stop was an indoor amusement park with the kids.

I went to the car and got it myself.  I sat down in between my three kids to open it – the reason for the book in the first place.  The only main character missing from the story was Craig – but I couldn’t wait any longer, and knew he would never ask me to do so.

I had to use a butter knife to bust through the impenetrable package.  When I finally got it open, the inner contents were completely wrapped with yet another barrier!  I tore through the next layer of packaging as fast as I could.

At last!!!  My book!  And three copies to boot!!!

The twins dove for the first two copies.  “Look!  We’re on the cover!  We’re famous!” they squealed.

Gabe was polite enough to let me reach for the third copy.  He looked over my shoulder with patience as I flipped through the pages quietly.

“I’m really proud of you, Mommy,” I heard my sweet little boy say loud enough for only me to hear.

I looked up from my book for the first time since opening it.  I grabbed his cheeks in my hands and gave him a soft kiss.  “Thank you, buddy.  I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mommy,” he promised.

The sincerity in his voice touched my heart.  Then Taylor began to breeze through Chapter 1 aloud with perfect clarity as her twin sister followed along quietly and intently.

It’s a special moment that I’ll never forget.  A moment in which the reality lived up to my fantasy in every way possible.

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Thank you!!! I hope you relate to our story!

Posted by on Mar 26, 2013 in From My Perspective, Twin Turbulence | 0 comments

WOW!  Yesterday was FUN!!!  The outpouring of love and support for the release of my ebook was amazing!!!  And it continues to roll today!  Thank you all so much!  I’ve been skipping around the house I’m so excited!

I am anxiously awaiting the mail truck today – If all goes well, I will hold my book in my hands for the very first time!!!  I can’t even tell you what this means to me!  It took me eight years to find the words to tell the story of what our family went through the first three years after our identical twins were born.

First and foremost, there was a lot to tell!  Our household would have won awards for best comedic drama had it been televised.  Thank God it wasn’t!

Secondly, I had to tell it right.  That took a lot of years of hind-sight and reflection.  While I was living through the mayhem, I was insecure about what others might think of me.  Along the way, I gained confidence.  I realized we are all basically the same in some shape, form or fashion.

We all wake up with the best of intentions.  Then life happens.  We can’t control it.  We can only react to it.  Then we can help each other by sharing the truth, instead of painting false pictures of perfection.  The beauty is in the honesty, not the illusion.

My book is a story.  It has a beginning, a middle, and an end.  There is rise.  There is fall.  Comedy.  Drama.  Heroes and villains – roles that the five of us shared intermittently.

It’s a feel-good story – I “out” us in order to relate to you.  Because life is tough.  But there are so many reasons to laugh along the way!

And those ups?  Well, they make the downs worth living through.

If you’ve been a reader here since the very beginning – You should know the stories in Twin Turbulence have never been told before.  The stories in my book are FRESH. (SQUEEE!!!  My book!!!!)

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Twin Turbulence Now on Amazon Kindle!

Posted by on Mar 25, 2013 in Twin Turbulence | 0 comments

Launch Day for the Kindle E-Book is finally here – you can buy it here on Amazon!  If you’re more of a hard copy book person you only have to wait a few more days – it is coming SO soon!

About Twin Turbulence:

The story starts in 2004 when journaling became first-time author Kristin Myers’ outlet. This is not a handbook – it’s a labor of love. While reading you will nod, laugh and empathize with Kristin as a woman, as a parent, as a wife, as the mother of twins (which is a completely different ballgame) and as part of a team facing a cancer diagnosis.These are the honest reactions to the constant, unexpected nature of life that was magnified by twins. The trials and errors, the ups and downs, and the in-betweens. This is the truth of living through the rough parts while searching for any and all silver linings.

Not familiar with Kindle?  Click here to see if your mobile phone or tablet or computer will be able to get the FREE Kindle App so you can read the book today.

what others are saying….

 “Amazing book that captures the essence of being a mother of twins. It made me laugh and cry. Kristin tells it like it is and that kind of honestly is refreshing. I have found myself echoing the same feelings with my own identical twin girls. My personal mother of multiples handbook that makes me feel like “this is normal” and “it is going to be okay” and finally “it is so worth it”. It’s like Kristin has been in my house taking notes and put it all down in a book for all to enjoy. Being a mother of multiples (or just a mother in general) is not all unicorns and rainbows and this book gets to the core of the good, the bad, and the hilarious of it all.”


“I found myself getting wrapped up in the moments Kristin shared in Twin Turbulence. Whether it was tears, laughter, embarrassment, joy or frustration… I felt like I was right there with her.  I had always wondered what it would be like to have twins, and this seems like it’s a pretty close look at all the details you could never possibly think of unless you are in the thick of it. Kristin’s writing flows straight from her heart in recounting all of the little details that are so often forgotten in the chaos of a family of 5.  Makes me think I should start doing a better job of recording the day to day stuff so I don’t forget it when my little one is older.”



“It was this period of rational reflection that proved to be the most therapeutic.  While I wrote from the inside out, I was able to read from the out-side-looking-in.”

“Looking back, I’m amazed by how systematically we continued to react when faced with life-threatening news.  Life didn’t pause for a second in those shocking moments.  On the contrary, it seemed to shift into overdrive.”

“I felt as though someone had dropped me off in the most beautiful place imaginable, but I was naked without a suitcase and possessed zero knowledge of the language.”

“When one needed soothing, I would lie her down next to her sister so they could touch forehead to forehead.  The instant she felt the warmth of her sister’s head against her own, the screams quieted and the tears stopped flowing.”


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The Bright Side of Being Sick

Posted by on Mar 21, 2013 in From My Perspective | 2 comments

Today I woke up with the flu.  Not what I had on the agenda.  Not even close.

Even though I’m bummed about the unexpected change in schedule, more than anything I am thankful.  Now that the kids are older and in school all day, I treasure the fact that when I’m sick, I’m allowed to be sick.  My dogs are happy to lay by my side and let me sleep the day away.

This was not the case when the kids were little.  I used to fight back tears all day when I was sick then.  They didn’t understand or care that Mommy felt like crap.  They still wanted breakfast, lunch, snacks, and choc-moo-moo.  They still threw tantrums when things didn’t go just their way.  Every invisible boo-boo still required a band-aid before the drama would dissipate.  Diapers still needed to be changed, and potty training still had to be a priority.  Their attention spans – especially the twins – were too short to be entertained by the television for any length of time, so laying down just wasn’t an option for me.

It was horrible.  Miserable.  I hated being sick.

So, today, instead of being disappointed about what I don’t get to do, I’m going to be thankful for what I do get to do: Be sick.

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