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All Stressed Up and No Place To Go
A bumper sticker says that trees are America's number one renewable resource. That's so untrue. Stress is. Stress is like middle-age spread and crabgrass; you can tame it for awhile but eventually it sneaks right back up on you. ALL STRESSED UP AND NO PLACE TO GO offers a humorous look at stress, from the Classic 8-Minute Mommy Meltdown, to the thrill of being pale in the age of bronze (learn the advantages of having legs practically glow in the dark) the mystery of "man years" and the less than stellar motherhood moment when you send your kid's sack lunch to school in a Victoria's Secret shopping bag.
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Pass the Faith, Please
As a parent, you have roughly eighteen years to imprint life's basic lessons on to the heart of your child, from the need to put the milk back in the refrigerator to the value or turning in school assignments on time. Above all, you want your child to have a a rock-solid belief system. How does a parent ascend to such lofty heights while tethered to piles of laundry unpaid bills and a yapping dog? Pull up a chair and discover how teaching moments are found in the midst of the everyday mundane.
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I Was a Better Mother Before I Had Kids
I had it all, B.C. (Before Children). I had a waistline, pleasant demeanor, the patience of Job and the wisdom of doctors Spock, Rosemond and Seuss combined. True, I didn’t have any actual hands-on experience back then. I’d never once baby-sat a child overnight, and I didn’t know Bert from Ernie. I had all the answers before I knew any of the questions. I had a vision of what motherhood would be like. Turns out it was a Norman Rockwell vision and reality comes with shades of Stephen King. Publisher's Weekly said, "This book will make parents laugh aloud or bring tears to their eyes." Who argues with Publisher's Weekly? Now in its third printing.
Walter Hawkins is obsessing over the War on Christmas. He’s had it with political correctness, braggadocio Christmas letters, goofy light displays, drunken Santas and the new moniker, “Sparkle Season.” Walter gets so wound up about what the season is not, that he almost loses sight of what it is. Mystery and mishap align for a perfect holiday meltdown. This warm and quirky cast of characters is a welcome addition to the Christmas season.