She Ain't Heavy...

Tonight I finished Bryan Batt's memoir, She Ain't Heavy, She's My Mother, and it was so freakin' good! I've had it sitting on my bookshelf for so long but I'm glad I picked it up this month. It was a great escape from the oodles of stress that keeps coming at me in tsunami sized waves. I'd light a cigarette, crack open the book and be transported to New Orleans or Manhattan or Los Angeles and for those brief moments I felt calm and utterly absorbed in his storytelling.