Sadly I do not, yet, have a royal packer. I happen to be the absolute worst when it comes to packing, and all those summers spent weekending in Sag Harbor have had no impact on my efficiency. First there’s the issue of dresses, which need to be long enough to cover my cooch in a seated position. You’d be amazed how many women are oblivious to the sit-down try-on in stores. They end up sitting on some lounge seating one night in a bar giving everyone a tour of their triangle. This won’t do on morning shows.

How many pairs of shoes does a woman bring for 2 weeks on the road? How many times do I repeat the same outfit? I’m completely inept when it comes to these things. Each time I travel, I swear the next time, I’ll bring hardly a thing. I’ll let my hair air-dry and bring nothing more than running shoes, gold strappy heels, and a single pair of espadrilles. Inevitably blisters form, and I’m always left in search of a pair of shoes that won’t touch wherever the blister has formed. I know there are low maintenance women out there, women who bring one wrinkle-free black dress and a pair of flip-flops: I appeal to you. What should I bring? I’m actually asking for lessons. There will be television and radio interviews and of course each afternoon and each evening there will be book readings. I’m giving a talk at DePaul University (open to the public) about the blurred boundaries between being an at home mother and a full-time writer, the boundary between public and private lives lived in blogs, the boundaries people cross on blogs, especially when it comes to judging the life and choices bloggers make. There will be dinners, drinks, and lots of airport time. Ok, packing suggestions would be exceptional…