Welcome to another edition of Open Book Blog Hop. This week’s question is: “Share some of your favorite lines from your writing. How about some of your worst ones if you still remember them?”
My favorite line is something my late husband Bill said many times during the six years I cared for him after he suffered two strokes that paralyzed his left side. I included it as the last line of the poem below, which appears in my collection, How to build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver. The line illustrates the fact that Bill needed help performing even the most mundane of personal care tasks. You can click the link below the poem to hear me read it.
by Abbie Johnson Taylor
At three in the morning,
I’m mildly aroused
by the gentle touch of his hand.
He only has one good arm and leg
but still knows how to please me.
As he strokes me,
and I breathe the scent of his sweat,
I purr with anticipation.
The mood is shattered
when he whispers, “I need to pee.”
How about you authors out there? What are your favorite and worst lines? You can click here to participate and read other bloggers’ responses.
New! Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me
Copyright 2021 by Abbie Johnson Taylor.
Independently published with the help of DLD Books.
Sixteen-year-old Natalie’s grandmother, suffering from dementia and confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home and rarely recognizes Natalie. But one Halloween night, she tells her a shocking secret that only she and Natalie’s mother know. Natalie is the product of a one-night stand between her mother, who is a college English teacher, and another professor.
After some research, Natalie learns that people with dementia often have vivid memories of past events. Still not wanting to believe what her grandmother has told her, she finds her biological father online. The resemblance between them is undeniable. Not knowing what else to do, she shows his photo and website to her parents.
Natalie realizes she has some growing up to do. Scared and confused, she reaches out to her biological father, and they start corresponding.
Her younger sister, Sarah, senses their parents’ marital difficulties. At Thanksgiving, when she has an opportunity to see Santa Claus, she asks him to bring them together again. Can the jolly old elf grant her request?