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The Unfaithful Widow: Fragmented Memoirs of My First Year Alone

Brand: Outskirts Press

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UPC:
9781432750756
Maximum Purchase:
2 units
Binding:
Paperback
Publication Date:
2010-04-12
Author:
Barbara Barth
Language:
english
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Why The Unfaithful Widow Will Grab Your Heart:

The Unfaithful Widow will take you on the ride of your life. Not your traditional widow, but a gal who is determined to become Super Widow with a little help from her friends, a vintage corvette, the online dating services, advice from the spiritual world, a pack of dogs and a few Margaritas.

About The Book:

The Unfaithful Widow is a collection of candid essays on finding joy again after the loss of a mate. With warmth and laughter no subject is taboo. From dealing with the funeral home (Can I show you our upgraded cremation package? I looked at Miss Death, was I booking a vacation?) to dating again (He ran in the door, looked at me and said I've left something in my car . He never returned). Sprinkle in a bevy of rescue dogs (Finally a good nights sleep with someone new in my bed.) and those questions you hate to ask (Condoms anyone?). The Unfaithful Widow will steal a piece of your heart, tickle your ribs and make you feel good to be alive.

Book Excerpt:

Two hours later I left the attorney's office too depressed to go home. So I headed to the antique shop where I have my booth. It seemed the closest and friendliest place I could think of.

We've never seen you in a skirt, the gal behind the counter remarked and actually clasped her hands in glee. Now there was someone who could perk you up.

Just back from dealing with the will, I replied and made a sad face. Then I did a full curtsey, dipping and holding out my long skirt. My widow's outfit.

I started to relax with the familiarity of the shop and smiled at her.

Black since I'm a widow and turquoise jewelry 'cause I'm hip. I liked the sound of that.

She was looking strangely at me.

I am hip, aren't I? I looked straight at her. She'd better answer that one right.

The hippest. She grinned at me with that remark. She was forty-five, skinny and lived on the edge. I was the sixty-year-old widow.

Good answer.