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Florida peeps – Get some Juicy Joy on tour!

March 17, 2012 at 10:50 am

Juicy Joy Florida Tour

Lisa would love to meet you, share some insider Juicy Joyful secrets, and sign a book for you at any of these Florida venues! (Click each venue for directions.)

Barnes & Noble, Boca Raton – 3/26, 7:00 p.m.

Books & Books, Coral Gables – 3/27, 8:00 p.m.

Aquarian Dreams, Indialantic – 3 /28, 12:30 p.m.

Barnes & Noble, Orlando – 3/28, 7:00 p.m.

Barnes & Noble, The Villages – 3/29, 2:00 p.m.

Barnes & Noble, Tampa – 3/30, 7:00 p.m.

Elysian Fields, Sarasota – 3/31, 3:00 p.m.

Unity of Naples, Naples – 4/1

The Crystal Garden, Boynton Beach – 4/4, 7:00 p.m.

 

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The Book of Lost Fragrances – Recommended!

March 14, 2012 at 10:22 am

Here’a an interview with my colleague, friend, and mentor, M.J. Rose, talking in advance of her newest book (her 12th!), THE BOOK OF LOST FRAGRANCE (Atria – March 12, 2012):

M.J. Rose talks about Cleopatra, perfume and her new book

(until I can properly embed the video, just click on and enjoy!)

Get your own copy! 

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She loved sunsets

March 4, 2012 at 9:09 pm

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The sweet sentiment of my mourning bubble

March 2, 2012 at 2:28 pm

 

I’m working from home today. I’m calling banks and creditors, and the substandard HMO with whom my mother had an account. The Discover card she never used and the Mutual of Omaha cancer policy that she kept – just in case. One bank’s making it easy, the other wants me to show up in person, and forget about dealing with the post office on the phone. If they’d answer, perhaps I’d be half-way there. I’m finally reporting the recent death of my mother and it’s going much better than I expected. I gave myself about ten days to do so and except for the momentary breakdown when pulling out her driver’s license (which she hadn’t used for eighteen years) and seeing her picture, I’m holding myself together quite nicely.

I think it’s because it’s another way I get to “be” with my mother, this rummaging of papers and telling strangers that she passed on 2/19. That’s how I say it, 2/19, not February, not two weeks ago, just the numbers. I don’t want to stop being with her and don’t want to give up this new family closeness that’s resulted from waiting for mom to die. I don’t want to just be in the world and be okay. I want to lie in my bed and page through the some twenty-five mildewy photo albums that she kept at her apartment. The musty odor of the books comforts me.

What I see is a well-coiffed, bleached blonde woman dressed in sharp clothes smiling a lot. She’s either holding an infant grandchild on her lap or standing beside one of her mail suitors on a cruise ship or standing in a row with her three daughters squinting in the Florida sun, palm trees over to the left. There’s one of her in a classroom leaning over the desk of her younger granddaughter during a Pittsburgh visit. She hadn’t been there since she gave up flying in her early eighties. That was more than five years ago.

I want to think about her. I want to cry more and even though I know that there will be plenty of time for that, I don’t want to go back to the world of living without my mother. I fear it will come too easily returning to the routine of my life.  I won’t be visiting her during my lunch hour and I won’t be sharing my green protein shakes with her anymore. I won’t be maudlin and list all the ways she contributed  to (or disturbed) my life. I will just say that mourning my mother is sweet. It’s a way of learning how to live with her in a new invisible way. About how to keep her in my heart the way all my well-meaning friends suggest.

It hasn’t sunk in yet what the world will be like without my mom. I won’t come out of my mourning bubble until I’m good and ready. I wear the torn black gross-grain mourning ribbon on my clothes so everyone knows that I am not alone. I am with my mother. I carry her symbol on my lapel and I may wear it for the whole year. Who knows. Thirty days just doesn’t seem long enough.

 

 

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Another homage to my leopard-loving mom, Midge

February 25, 2012 at 10:15 am

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