To help introduce my book, this labor of love, I thought I would share bits and pieces here. For those readers who follow my Blog: My Life a Bit South of Normal , you will recognize some of this because I have been writing about Mama for years. And in total frustration when she was driving me crazy, like all our mothers do at times, I always said I'm going to write a book about this, but she'll have to die first. Unfortunately, she died way too early.
So, a year or so after her death, I decided why not? Perhaps I would find it cathartic. What I found when I started pulling the memories of her from my childhood, my teenage years, and my adulthood was not exactly what I expected. She was much more complicated than I realized. And the more I wrote, the more I realized how much she meant to me and how much I miss her.
Yes, she was smart and talented. She was southern to the core. She was a raging alcoholic for years. She overcame incredible odds to sober up, and never looking back or wallowing in self pity, moved on with her life. She was a mother, a grandmother, and a friend.
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