Audrey Roth writes about one woman’s journey toward healing and wholeness…

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Check out this book by Audrey Roth, purchase it at Amazon.com  

http://www.amazon.com/Arms-Akimbo-Journey-Audrey-Roth/dp/1604943467/ref=la_B003BXMN12_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1416033320&sr=1-1

 

Book Description

Arms Akimbo captures one woman’s journey toward healing and wholeness as she struggles to overcome the damage caused by childhood sexual abuse. Over the course of three years, Audrey Roth kept a journal of her fears, rage, grief, and love as she faced her demons, the ghost of her father, and her seeming inability to be fully present for her beloved daughter. Delving into her childhood, she discovered horrors that she had never fully understood. Writing in both prose and accessible, poignant poetry, she shares her highs and lows, joys and suicidal thoughts, and bursts of energy and enervation, all in the service of finding peace. Audrey’s triumphs are an inspiration to all who strive to overcome shadows of the past.

About the Author

Audrey Roth is a mother, a lawyer, a feminist, a writer, a potter, and an inveterate and unapologetic New Yorker. Although she has published a number of articles in legal publications, and has coauthored a chapter in Deal Strategies for Venture Capital and Private Equity Lawyers with Frederic Rubinstein, this is Audrey’s first book. She lives in Medford, Massachusetts, part time with her daughter and full time with their dog, Toast, and their cats, Samson and Hercules.

A great blog as well, excellent storytelling.

Visit Audrey’s Blog at:

http://armsakimbobook.wordpress.com/

 

The Last Mile – Day 2

Posted on November 15, 2014   by armsakimbobook

I’ve been thinking about my mom all day. Not mournfully, but instead placing myself back three years in time, and thinking about her incredible Eleanor-ness during the 13 days between stroke and death. In those days, I learned about dignity, about humor, about courage, and about letting go. I’m going to try to write a bit about these lessons over the next 12 days, because…well…just because.

Today is about humor. My mom was an inveterate punster. Punning was just something we did in my family. My brother and I are her acolytes – my sister throws in the odd zinger every once in a while, but she is the refined one of the three of us. Ask anyone who sat around the table with us – it was energizing or enervating, depending on their predilection for puns.

On the second day of her post-stroke hospitalization, my mom was inundated with visits from doctors, nurses, PTs (physical therapists), OTs (occupational therapists), and the most wonderful ST (speech therapist). One of the first things the ST did was check my mom’s cognitive abilities by asking her, among other things, to define some words. I sat back and watched the master. She aced the first one, and the ST next asked her to define “bargain.” My mom said, very clearly, “Noun or verb?” We all laughed, and the ST said, “I don’t think we need to continue this part after that last question!”

The next day, the ST returned to my mom’s room, trying to trigger my mom’s swallow reflex. She kept stroking both sides of my mom’s throat while repeating “Swallow, swallow, swallow.” My mom blithely responded, “I’m not in Capistrano.”

Get the picture? That was my mom – my brilliant, funny, wonderful mom. Stay tuned. There’s more to come.

 

ajm

 

 

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