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Author Interview: Leslie Handler "Rats, Mice, and Other Things You Can't Take To The Bank"

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Author Leslie Handler tells the inspiration behind her latest book, Rats, Mice, and Other Things You Can't Take To The Bank. Leslie Handler is a 2015 Society of Newspaper Columnists award winner. She’s an international syndicated columnist with Senior Wire News Service and a frequent contributor to WHYY and CityWide Stories. She freelances for The Philadelphia Inquirer, ZestNow, and Boomercafe, as well as blogs for HuffPost. Her book, Rats, Mice, and Other Things You Can’t Take to the Bank, is available on Amazon and where other fine books are sold. The Book Cove: Tell us a little bit about yourself. Where are you from?  Leslie Handler: I grew up in Texas and The Cayman Islands. I married a Yankee thirty seven years ago and now I live in the Northeast with my husband and a zoo consisting of dogs, saltwater fish, a bird, and various tenants who have not actually been invited. TBC: How long have you been writing?  LH : Now this is a unique story. Although my degree is ...

"Rats, Mice and Other Things You Can't Take To The Bank" an inspirational collection of essays by Leslie Handler

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From an award-winning syndicated columnist comes a collection of essays-sometimes nourishing, sometimes passionate, sometimes humorous, and always relatable. Read this book if you are feeling sad. Read this book if you need a good chuckle. Read this book so that you never ever feel like you’re alone. In one of the essays the author summarizes her embarrassment for not being supportive of her husband. She writes “When you’re sad, you get the kind [of tears] that roll down your cheek flowing freely. They drip down your collar and snot up your nose. No. These were different. These were tears of shame and embarrassment…These were tears that didn’t want to puddle or roll. These were tears that didn’t want to come out at all but couldn’t help themselves as they reluctantly dripped sideways into the hairline instead of following gravity down the face. These were my tears.” These essays shine light into the soul and leave it wide open for all to see.  This gifted storyteller is a...