My name is Holly.
This story is about me-
a writer who's way behind
on her deadline.
But, honestly,
how can I concentrate on my work
when my fiftieth birthday's
rushing at me like a freight train,
my hormones are making me feel
like a Szechuan flambÉ,
and my eighty-year-old mother's
biting her nurses?
Not to mention the fact that my daughter's
just begun applying to colleges
(none of which are within
a thousand-mile radius of home),
and lately my husband's been
such an irritating, finger-pointing stinker
that I've found myself dreaming of ways
to spend his insurance money . . .
My name is Holly.
This book
tells my story-
a coming-of-middle-age story.