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									It's Not Necessarily Not the Truth
Author: Jaime Pressly
Description

America knows Jaime Pressly as Joy Turner, the feisty cheatin' ex-wife of Earl Hickey on the NBC hit
show My Name Is Earl. Like her character, the Emmy Award-winning actress is, at heart, a smart,
vibrant, small-town Southern girl. In this humorous and honest book, she recalls her journey from Kinston,
North Carolina, to Hollywood, California, to motherhood, and the fortitude it took to make her dreams
come true, including separating from her troubled past, overcoming her own bad choices, and dealing with
success when it finally came her way.Pressly speaks openly of her extremely colorful family and of her
growing understanding of how their lives have been shaped by larger forces, including prejudice, power,
privilege, love, loss, and longing. She shares how the lessons she learned from their lives impacted her
own journey and helped her succeed where so many others have failed. Inspiring, heart-wrenching, and
laugh-out-loud funny, It's Not Necessarily Not the Truth offers a slice of American life sure to touch the
hearts of readers everywhere.
Excerpt

In the beginning was the word.Where I'm from, the knowledge and acceptance of that basic fact is a
given. So much so I think it could be considered an unofficial slogan for the South. Not only because of
religion and the role it plays in places like North Carolina, where I was born and raised—that would be
way too obvious and literal, especially for a group of folk who subsist on subtext. In the South, when
people talk about the power of the word, they could be making reference to God and any of the gospels in
the Bible. But then again, they could be alluding to folklore, pure and simple, or any other type of tale
with a sage message hidden deep inside of it. After all, we're a people who believe in the sort of salvation
that comes from a well-told story. And it doesn't matter who's doing the telling—could be a deacon or the
Devil himself—just as long as he does it right.Storytelling is as common a pastime in the South as eating
a plate of collard greens or fried green tomatoes. That's probably because people from the South lead
such complicated lives, and talking is another form of untangling, figuring out how, where, and why things
fit together. Or maybe it's because we just like living out loud, taking our everyday experiences and
turning them into a song, or a prayer, or an anecdote to be shared during supper. I can't really speak to
the reasons why, but what I do know for sure is that already, throughout history, we've sung new musical
genres into creation and written volumes of prose based on nothing more than all the actions and
interactions that take place underneath the gentle, unassuming façade of our run-of-the-mill, small-town
lives.It makes sense then that what I remember most about my youth is the stories I was told, stories
about the people around me—friends, family members, and the array of neighbors I'd known since the
day I was born. They were a proverbial motley crew, these people, a cast of the most comical, quietly
controversial, and unadulterated characters anyone could ever imagine. I learned to lose myself in their
stories, absorbing the complexities of their choices and the intricacies of their secrets. I would sit, drop-
jawed, taking it all in until I became far too intimate with their sorrows and regrets and overly invested in
their quests for happiness.Some people look back and measure their growth in years or with events.
When they tell you about their first kiss or the first time somebody asked them to dance, they might
recall that it was on a balmy November night in 1984, or that it was during the school dance which took
place the first Friday after Ronald Reagan won the presidential election. More often than not, I tend to
measure my growth with stories, with all the words that swirled around each significant achievement,
each new awareness, as it was happening.I remember, for instance, when and where I first gained a
sense of myself as an individual, a person with wants and needs that were specifically her own. It was
after I'd heard about my grandmother's penchant for bargain-hunting, especially twofers—except, in her
case, "fourfers" would be the more appropriate word—four for the price of one. With four young boys and
one girl at her feet, my Grandmamma Pressly, as the story was told, was a firm believer in the "one fell
swoop" philosophy. She kept all of her boys in buzz cuts, because it was easier, and when one of them
needed a trim, she'd gather the whole bunch and march them right down to the barbershop, even if their
hair hadn't grown an inch since their last cut.The same applied to appointments with doctors and
dentists, as well as...
Author Bio
Jaime Pressly
Jaime Pressly is an Emmy Award-winning actress. She currently plays the popular character Joy on the
Thursday night NBC comedy hit My Name Is Earl.

								
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