Anna Mitchael is like a lot of twentysomething women with full lives. She identifies as a friend, a daughter, a brat, a girlfriend, a confidante, a liar, a cynic, a liberal, and a goddess. But there’s one label she’s simply not ready to embrace: ma’am. Like so many bright-eyed college graduates before her, Mitchael begins her twenties armed with the conviction that the world is hers for the taking. And she discovers that it is, mostly—only no one told her just how often she’d have to pick herself up off the floor along the way. From moving to new cities to domestic disasters to the occasional nervous breakdown, Mitchael guides readers through the various stages of her self-discovery with disarming humor and unmitigated honesty. Written for every woman who has ever woken up and wondered how she ended up smack dab in the middle of a life she doesn’t completely recognize, Just Don’t Call Me Ma’am is a story of one woman and the choices that add up to be her twentysomething life—and of how sometimes you have to remember where you came from before you can figure out where you’re going.