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~Synopsis~

    As narrated though the eyes of a dead housewife, this literature novella reads like a forbidden journal. Relaying the day she died, through the subsequent events following, the author takes you on a heart-breaking and sometimes humorous portrayal of life after death, forcing you to open your mind and heart to possibilities beyond what we think we know. Impossible to put down, it will make you laugh, cry, and think- right up to the satisfyingly surprise ending.

~Excerpt~

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

       I sent my husband off to work with his typical bag-o-lunch consisting of apple slices, ham and swiss on rye, and a homemade cookie- just one of course as we are watching our weight. He gave me an absent kiss on the cheek, distracted by his upcoming meeting, and muttered love you while he fired up the Toyota and departed.

       The kids filed onto the yellow bus we mothers like to call salvation, wrapped tight in scarves, hats, and mittens to ward off the frigid Minnesota winter. This past one had been the worst yet.

       Our eldest son, Daniel spent the majority of the night before praying against hope that he’d receive a snow day. The twelve year old stretched out a bitter sigh, pouting over his apple cinnamon oatmeal and banana slices when he didn’t get it.

Kyle, our middle child and nine year old, blabbered on and on about the unfairness of being on the losing team in gym class and how he intended to boycott from now on. My automatic mother instinct response to him was we can’t win all the time. How true that was.

And our little Ella, with her stern six year old face in a mocking tone, mimicked me and everything I uttered, much to the dismay of her older brothers while she chomped on bites of frozen toaster waffles.

I remembered thinking that I needed new kitchen curtains. I had begun to despise the green and ivory checkered things a few months ago and decided that I was going to do that today.

                                                                                    Kelly Moran