I know it's been awhile since I posted but between surgeries, radiation, children and grandchildren brightening my days, I've been preoccupied. But, today the house is quiet, The little fingerprints have been removed from the TV screen and the sliding glass door. The backyard golf sets are back on the shelf in the garage. The puzzles and coloring books are back in the closets. There's not a thing out-of-place. Did I mention that I miss all of the noise, the clutter, and the adorable little fingerprints? One more thing. When my son, my daughter-in-law, and my 5 grandsons locked their seatbelts and turned their van back toward Nampa, Idaho, I cried.
Now, being a mother of 4 sons and having 5 grandsons visiting for a week, I feel I am well qualified to review "Life is Tough. I doubt I'll Make it out Alive," by Stacy Gooch-Anderson.
I met Stacy at the ANWA (American Night Writers Association) in Gilbert, Arizona, and I liked her, immediately. I recognized her beautiful, sweet smile to be a reflection of her tender heart, and her book to a reflection of a delightful sense of humor.
As you read the pages, you chuckle, laugh outloud, smile, or shed a few tears. Every chapter is headlined with profound wisdom. Take chapter 17 for example. If wisom equals age and age is a state of mind, then it's safe to assume that one can use wisdom as he gets older to state his mind and never mind his mindless state when have fun. Everyone expects old people to dress oddly, have messy hair and be opinionated anyway.
Or chapter 22. Life's tapestry is woven with some very dark colors. Ironically, it is not meant to veil one's countenance in defeat but to lift one up, revealing his character.
In some cases, I'm sure she inserts a little extra to accentuate the positive, but she does so very creatively. And when it comes to the tender moments of her life, she touches the heart of the reader.
Thank you, Stacy, for letting me reveiw your book