Y’all know Knox McCoy and that I immediately spelled “know” as “knox”, right? One is a person, the other is a given. I’ll let you decide which is which.
Know Knox wrote a book. He does that sometimes. It’s this one:
And I wrote the foreword.
You heard me.
He asked me, the person who spelled “foreword” wrong when I responded to his request, to write the foreword for something he spent months on.
What? I like Knox but he’s not exactly the sharpest Sharpie in the drawer. In fact, I’m pretty sure he wrote this book in Sharpie. Agreed, that is better than crayon, but still…
Should you buy this book? I’m glad you asked because I have an answer.
Are his paragraphs longer than mine?
The book is funny and even insightful. I know! I was shocked, too. Will it cure snoring or underwear in the sink? No. But it might give you a heads up about what it looks like to come out the other side of a fight still in love. God knows we could all use that, amiright?
Married or not, the book is good. If only as a coaster.
Or to read my foreword. Whatever.
What would be your one piece of advice to someone about how to not suck at marriage?