Bøger af Bonnie Papenfuss

Whether from one's own mother, a beloved aunt or a trusted friend, we all heard it. Some of us actually believed it-that all-too-often-touted mantra: Don't worry dear, motherhood just comes naturally. In this mostly-true memoir of playful parenting vignettes, the author, with humor and a good bit of tongue-in-cheek, lays bare the fallacies of that statement while admitting to being down a few rungs from June Cleaver and devoid of any exemplary traits necessary to qualify for Mother of the Year.

America of the middle century was rich in post-war optimism and growing in prosperity. It was a decade of pigtails and pin curls, unlocked doors and baths once a week, whether needed or not. Through anecdotes of childhood mischief - from burying her precious pet rat to poking a dead bloated cow - the author takes a nostalgic look back at a slower-paced, less-complicated time. With enough humor and tongue-in-cheek to amuse, she opens a window to an era when a child's eyes would light with delight at the discovery of a Bazooka Joe cartoon hidden undercover of a penny bubble gum wrapper or the simple gift of a new box of Crayola crayons.

Retirement holds precious dreams of quality time with family and friends, world travel, spousal togetherness, and the discovery of new interests. What begins as nirvana, however, morphs into the frequently humorous and oftentimes heartbreaking reality that you're getting old. Very old.While poking fun of herself-and occasionally her husband-the writer tackles topics ranging from complicated family relationships to her puzzlement over why men find it necessary to expel excess saliva and the horror of discovering her first chin hair. With wit, honesty, and a bit of tongue-in-cheek tossed about to amuse the reader, this author takes you on a journey through her first fifteen years of retirement "bliss."