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21 Best Of Maybelle's Fireside Stories, "Witty, wacky, wise."
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/xml> | | Vessie Flamingo Outshining the Moon
"A laugh out loud page turner." "High stakes. High comedy. High romance."
Vessie VanCortland, an over-worked jingle writer gets trapped in her car in the worst blizzard to hit New York City when her Inner Child appears and challenges her to change her life. With her wise-cracking smaller self, an ancient yoga technique, and the long-distance support of the unforgettable Mrs. Smith -- her surrogate Jewish mother -- Vessie takes the leap, but with unexpected consequences.
New York 1980 Nooooooo! Why am I being punished? All I wanted to do was drive to Kennedy and catch a flight to St. Lucia or Eleuthra or any place that's warm and far away from Lou and every moronic jingle he's ever made me write. Okay, so he didn't make me, but I felt like a fly in a jar after the lid's been taken off. You just stay there because you think you have to. Vessie VanCortland was stuck in her four-seat Thunderbird classic beneath a five foot mound of snow. She couldn't see through the iced windows, couldn't open the doors. She was locked, blocked, filled with anxiety as sn |
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