Sometimes I think a meteor could strike the earth and wipe out mankind with the exception of my mother’s Bridge club — Roz, Bea, Bette, Rhoda, and Jackie — five Jewish octogenarians who continue to gather for lunch and Bridge on Mondays as they have for over fifty years. When I set out to learn about the women behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, and most of all the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
Janet Reid’s got a great contest running on her fantastic blog and the winner gets, yes you guessed it, a copy of the revised and updated FOREST FOR THE TREES. You can’t win if you don’t play. Have a great weekend, Betsy
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I already have a copy, but then, Christmas is coming! 🙂
Paris, Loathing, Kids, Cullen, Temple: they are all words that can be found on dust jackets of books that would not exist except for Betsy. Except for Paris. I think that’s just a city in France.