From the Publisher
This book hits home in the passage about The Mother Mystique. The one passage I'd love to share is my mother's metamorphosis with her physical appearance through the years. Of course, she had her role models, and by judging from her fashion tastes and family photos, my mother was carbon copy of the following women:
Betty Crocker (apron and waffle iron included).
Doris Day. This phase included a beehive do, box suits and pillbox hats. Que sera, sera
It's a story of a lady who looks like Carol Brady.
Schlemiel, schlamazel look at me I'm dressing like Penny Marshall.
Nancy Regan reds. Alternating with Barbara Bush blues. (Hairstyles not included).
Golden Girl wanna be. Mom's outfits include Bea Arthur gray hair and designer seat suits.
-- Louis Mendez, editorial
From the Inside Flap
"See if you can read a paragraph without laughing out loud."
The enchanting lady of laughter has done it again--this time taking a hilarious swipe at husbands, honeymoons, tennis elbow, marriage, lettuce, the national anthem, and a host of other domestic dilemmas.
"It's fun from cover to cover."
THE HARTFORD COURANT