Photos by Boone Rodriguez

I didn’t just make a movie and yet I’m here to show you a trailer. It feels a little weird and yet I love it. The trailer, I mean. It’s incredibly personal (hello, home movies) but it should be because so is the book.

It’s that honesty and vulnerability in the book that led me to my first (of many, I imagine) complete breakdowns. I mean we’re talking locked in a pitch black bathroom attempting to catch my breath in a pile of damp towels while the kids stand outside the door wondering what’s wrong with mama. “Mama, what are you doing? Are you laughing or crying?” Yeah, that sort of breakdown.

I’m sort of stuck in this dual world of terror and excitement. I’m eager for you all to finally see the book and just really hoping that you all love it and benefit from it as much as we do and have.

I’ll leave it at that and then point you to this incredibly heartfelt post my friend Tara wrote a couple years ago and then shared with me after I saw her the other day. She could see the terror all over me. I needed these words. I just told her in an email that this post was as if she went into my brain and put words to all my nonsense.

So, the trailer.

I’ve told you this before and I’ll tell you again, my brother, Chris Baron, is amazingly talented. He put this together (along with some great help from my ever-supportive husband).

Watch, enjoy, and if you feel so inclined please share it. Because as much as this whole thing terrifies me the desire to have this message shared far exceeds the fear.

Date Night In Book Trailer from Not Without Salt on Vimeo.

*Also, don’t forget about our pop-up this Sunday. We’re selling cookie mix, fresh roasted Mae James and sweet treats from my friend, Sasha from Tending the Table. Sunday (12/7) 12 – 4 1405 NW 70th St. 98117