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"There's only one man I've ever loved. We met when I was fourteen, and we were married for sixty-seven years. What the hell was his name?"-Nora JoLife goes from Michigan to Mars when Lisa and her family move in her grandmother, Nora Jo, upon diagnosis of dementia. Now, the family must strategize using-laugther, tears, beers, nightlights, and signs, signs, signs-to get through the shock of living with Alzheimer's.Winner of five international awards and in series development, Lisa cracks the truth about caregiving-both the joys and challenges-wide open in this frank, funny, and heartbreaking memoir that is as much a day-to-day account of caregiving as it is a tribute to a woman who was not just a grandmother but a lifelong mentor and confidant.

2019 Independent Publishers Book Awards Winner for Juvenile Fiction-Bronze Medal.Anna is a happy kid leading a regular, Midwestern, American-girl existence. She loves drawing, sports, walking her two dogs (Big Guy and Little Guy), and chasing rainbows with her bestie, Sierra. Then her parents split up and life as she knows it vanishes. Suddenly, she has two houses, one of which is a real cracker box. She loses her shoes, books, mittens, and can no longer keep track of the days of the week. She misses her old life and worst of all: she can't take any more sad smiles from the kids and teachers at school. Her life sucks. Bigtime. But she can watch TV with the volume over 30, eat gummies for breakfast, and talk Mom into skipping school. There are some perks to her situation....EXCERPT: So, Halloween happened, by the way. I bet you were wondering about that. I didn't mess up this story, I just, well, I wasn't in the mood to bring it up, or even talk about it: Halloween. I was so mad about my new terrible life. We went to my cousin's like usual because they have a kid-friendly neighborhood, which was code for lots of candy. It doesn't even matter what I went as 'cause my life was so bad that dumb things like stupid Halloween no longer mattered.But I was a ninja. And it was awesome. You could not even tell if I was a boy or a girl unless I turned around 'cause my hair was falling out of the back of the ninja hood. I guess you could tell, now that I think about it 'cause I spun and kicked in the air all afternoon, showing off my stunts. Mom sewed a Chinese "Warrior" symbol on my costume. That's what made it so special. When my aunt saw me, she asked, "Are you a good ninja?" I couldn't believe it. I looked so scary. Then she said my shirt had the Chinese symbol for "Love" on it."This means Warrior," I explained, but she said it didn't, and I couldn't even fight back 'cause she's older. In my head I fought back, though. I told her she ought to find some Chinese lessons somewhere if she doesn't know the difference between Love and Warrior. What kind of ninja would wear Love on their chest? That would be so stupid. Pardon my Italian. I shouldn't be making fun of holidays or my relatives, and I really shouldn't be calling everything stupid. I was in a real mood on Halloween. Mom would be so mad at me if she knew about this. I was an awesome ninja. Even though my life had fallen apart, no one could tell because I was hiding under the best costume ever. And that was the best part of all.

ForeWord Magazine's Book of the Year Award Winner: Best Romance"Not quite sure how Cerasoli jumped inside my brain, but you must experience this refreshing for-once-in-my-life-someone-understands-me moment for yourself. Brink is one of the best damn books I've ever read "-Tish Ciravolo, Founder and President, Daisy Rock Girl GuitarsDon't judge a book by its cover-at least until you meet the younger brother.... At Chez Sol, where Annie is the sous-chef, her boss grabs her ass for the tenth time-but this time really holds on-leading her to discover a new use for a vat of pat , jettisoning him into oblivion and her out of a job....En route to needing "cold arms over no arms," she races home to her live-in beau, arguably the most charming prick on the planet, to find him with another woman. At this point, Annie discovers what it feels like to wade below the surface of rock bottom; it's like suffocating without the involuntary struggle for air. And then she meets Billy, a soulful petty thief who rolls with the punches, literally. And this gets her thinking about the art of letting go and taking chances.Add barbed witticisms from Annie's cousin, Foster, an angry acupuncturist, and cute quips from her two sadomasochistic best buddies, and watch as reckless desperation turns to blind fearlessness in this modern-day tale where love is lost found, whined & dined, but mostly redefined.MORE REVIEWS-"Sex, music, tequila, religion, crime, mary jane.... Finally, far-fetched fiction meets in-your-face reality in this sardonic, wry, laugh-till-you-cry comedy."-Cory Schuelke, CFO, Windswept Music"Masterfully told through a flawed protagonist and irreverent cast of characters, this exhilarating ride makes you wince and laugh simultaneously at the brutal honesty of love and adulthood-and how not to handle them."-Bill Hinkle, Producer, Secret Lives of Women, WE NetworkLike J.D. Salinger for his generation and Bret Easton Ellis for the 80s, Lisa Cerasoli writes with a wit and frank honesty that cuts you to the core. -Sean Madden, Producer, Walt Disney Studios Home Entertainment