If you read my last post, you know that I have a love for Erma Bombeck. I try not to compare authors, but when I find one who does remind me of someone I cherish, I have to do it. Leslie Handler reminds me of Erma. Her essays bring smiles, tears, laughter and a feeling of comfort. I took my time with Leslie’s book. With each essay, I felt as if I was sitting with a kooky, clever neighbor, enjoying coffee and talking about life… And so much more. There was one essay in particular, that was so beautifully written, I found myself crying softly. See, the beautiful thing about this book, is that each essay is so heartfelt, so open, I could feel the love, the heartache and the joy coming from this author.
The essays themselves deal with everyday life, bringing up two daughter, dogs, a loudmouthed cockatoo and a dear, funny husband who is always there in his quiet way. I didn’t always agree with Leslie’s outlook and views on some things but still, I found myself respecting the stories and her life. Growing up we had a loudmouthed parrot named Paco. Turned out Paco was a female, but I digress. I am grateful for Leslie letting me into her world. Definitely a lovely fun place to visit.