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Until It Ropes Like Okra: Rhymes in the Vernacular

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Reading Until It Ropes Like Okra reminded me of my grandmother's kitchen. Growing up, I remember sitting in her kitchen as she cooked large amounts of food for the masses of relatives expected for family gatherings. I especially liked watching her concoct different dishes using Okra, because I always said I didn't like it, because it was too slimy, but later realized it was all in how it was prepared. Like those dishes, prepared by my grandmother, the author prepared an abundance of food for thought. The journey down memory lane was happy, sad, joyous and sometimes mad but a trip I definitely enjoyed. Congratulations to the author for providing such personal, believable experiences through his writings. Thanks for the memories.

T.C. Matthews Co-founder Prolific Writers Network

I am familiar with the author's home area and the "vernacular" of the area. Though I am only 26 years old, I have grown up hearing similar stories. I have planted, picked, cooked and eaten okra. It's rough on the hands and disposition when it's ready to pick, but what a reward when it "ropes" (ready to pick). The author is speaking "Southeast Kansas", a very entertaining and DIRECT form of "American". This book is a tongue-in-cheek work of fiction, that reminds me of "Picnic" by William Inge who was also from the author's hometown. Tongue-in-cheek=names changed to protect the "guilty". It's raw, rough, sad, funny, cruel and tender. Buy it, read it, and if you can ever find him, make him sign it! T. Goodner