I have to admit that before I read this book, I had never heard of Peggy Rowe. This book is something of a retrospective; in the different chapters, it presents the circumstances under which certain stories were written, and then it presents the stories themselves. I think that what I see here is a competent writer for an audience that does not include me.
Ms. Rowe certainly has not had an easy time of making a career for herself as a writer. She didn't even get started in earnest until she was past sixty years old. She does offer numerous lively passages about her successes, her failures, her triumphs and her frustrations. That said, whether it was her intention or not, her poignant observations about aging--both her own and that of her husband, whose health dramatically declined as he aged alongside her--provide an even greater impact. Although Ms. Rowe never complains, I found those passages more moving than her short stories. For example, towards the end of the book, she describes numerous lunch gatherings with her group of friends. But eventually, and sadly, the number of friends declines due to deaths and other ravages of age.
Perhaps one of her greatest strengths is the love she so vividly depicts for her family. Some readers will be familiar with her son Mike Rowe, author of The Way I heard It. But she clearly does not love one child over the other just because he is a celebrity. Her tenderness towards her husband John, who has reached his 90s and gone blind, is particularly touching. So this book has strengths, to be sure. It wil resonate more with those who followed the writings of Peggy Rowe before this book was published.