REAL HOUSEWIFE OF NEW JERSEY


Chris Redding

 Yes, I live in New Jersey. I’m not from here, but I’ve lived here long enough to have some Jersey Girl tendencies. (For the record, I am perfectly capable of pumping my own gas.) Jersey Girls are tough. Tougher than almost anywhere. Not physically tough, or rugged, but you don’t want to mess with them.

And none of those ladies on The Real Housewives of New Jersey are anything like my friends.
None of us live in houses that big. I don’t begrudge anyone a big house. Anyone can spend their money on what they want.

I’ve been in a book club for more than ten years and in that time there has been far less drama then in one episode of RHofNJ.

We don’t have alliances or change friends like we do our underwear. You watch a series of reunion shows and the ladies who hated each other last year and bff’s this year. Next year who knows.

Nope, for us it’s been the same core 4 people. We have different political views and different views on raising our children. Despite this we all get along.

Do you have a core of friends that have always been there?

Bio:

Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two sons, one dog and three rabbits. She graduated from  Penn State with a degree in journalism. She teaches online writing workshops and a creative writing course for a local continuing education organization. When she isn’t writing or teaching, she works part time for her local hospital.



Buy Links to Blonde Demolition:

Blurb:
You just can't hide from the past...

Mallory Sage lives in a small, idyllic town where nothing ever happens. Just the kind of life she has always wanted. No one, not even her fellow volunteer firefighters, knows about her past life as an agent for Homeland Security.

Former partner and lover, Trey McCrane, comes back into Mallory's life. He believes they made a great team once, and that they can do so again. Besides, they don't have much choice. Paul Stanley, a twisted killer and their old nemesis, is back.

Framed for a bombing and drawn together by necessity, Mallory and Trey go on the run and must learn to trust each other again―if they hope to survive. But Mallory has been hiding another secret, one that could destroy their relationship. And time is running out.


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(A P.S. from Marilyn, be sure and answer her question about whether or not you have a core pf friends you can count on.)

Comments

Chris Redding said…
Thank you for having me today.
cmr
Holli Castillo said…
Chris, that is why I am not a fan of those reality shows. My sister's friend was on an episode of House Hunters, and even that was scripted! She had already bought a house by the time the t.v. people wanted to do the episode. So who knows what those housewives of Jersey really think about anything.

I do have a small group of friends. We tend to be pretty similar in our beliefs, though, and I use them frequently to read what I'm writing, although none of them write.

P.S. Your book sounds like something I would enjoy.
Meb Bryant said…
Marilyn, thank you for hosting Chris Redding. Here in Texas, most women pump their own gas, probably because we have oil wells in our backyards. (just kidding)

Although I sometimes have "pity parties," I do have a core of friends who will come to my aid if called. Most of them are tennis players; however, I have one writer friend that swears she will help me "bury the body."

Good sales, Chris, with your latest novel. Love the cover.
Marja said…
Good post, Chris. Here in Arizona, we pump our own gas, too. I have a core of friends and we've stuck with each other for over forty years. Newer friends are frosting on the cake.
Earl Staggs said…
Chris, I feel strange when I visit my daughter in New Jersey and someone pumps my gas. I must admit, though, I'm old enough to remember when all stations not only did that, but cleaned your windshield, too. Yes, I have a core of friends who are also my critique partners. They're always there to slice and dice my writing.
Good luck with your new book. It sounds great!
Jake said…
Core of friends who are very diverse in all respects. Born on New Jersey shore thus know all about those tough women. As posted on your other Blog entry have read & enjoyed your writing. Looking forward to more adventures.
Ellis Vidler said…
Fun post, Chris. Here in South Carolina we pump our own gas too, but I admit to missing the days when a polite attendant filled your tank, washed your windows, and checked your oil.

Love the cover of Blonde Demolition. The font is perfect for it too. Off to buy a copy. :-)
M.M. Gornell said…
Chris, nice to hear your book club doesn't have much "drama." My book club members are my friends and we'd make the dullest reality show ever produced!

Continued success!

Madeline
Julie Robinson said…
Yes I have some several good friends like that. As for pumping gas, who doesn't pump their own gas? I can remember growing up in Louisiana (where I still live) that you could get your gas pumped and windshield cleaned (like Earl remembers). Your local gas store attendant knew you and there was more camaraderie. Sometimes they'd even check your hoses for you, made sure you had water in your radiator, etc. You felt safer and cared for. Even the guys at gas stations you didn't frequent were pleasant.

Some days I wouldn't mind having that, especially if I'm dressed nicely and don't want to get dirty.

Reminds me of the bag boys they used to have in groceries, who'd not only bag your groceries but help you carry them out and put them in your car. It's one reason I prefer to shop at our Albertson's here in town rather than Wal-Mart, especially when it's dark outside. I feel MUCH safer.

I guess these types of civilities are gone because it costs money for the employer.
Julie

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