Lisa Cerasoli writes with startling irreverence about taking in her beloved Gram, an impressive act of generosity, I thought, for a young woman with a fairly new family of her own. Gram had always been quite a character, and now she loves her warm beer, after switching from brandy. She swears and her favorite song is about two people cheating on their spouses. Lisa is as feisty as her stubborn Gram. Her husband is a saint and their kids adapt astonishingly well - little girl Jazz is a scene-stealer.
After the initial shock at Lisa's raw honesty, I saw how much she respected and loved her grandmother. Lisa brings her readers into the story, and we're there as she figures out how to keep Gram from putting beer cans in the microwave or suffers through a bunch of "Shi**y @ss Days." Dialog captures the potentially amusing: "The Iraqis have poisoned my lettuce," and the sad: "Oh, Ricky, I just realized that you're my Ricky. I'm so ashamed." Lisa discovers the movie "The Notebook" and says, "If Quentin Tarantino had directed it, it might resemble something close to what 'Life With Nora Jo' has been like thus far."
Caregivers of those with Alzheimer's and other dementias know all about the insanity that rules, but few of us can laugh about it. Mostly we try to think good thoughts and not have a screaming breakdown. This book may be a bit much for some caregivers, but it will dare others to smile. Lisa's words of confession say what we may be afraid to, and there's power in reading them. And in the little moments of comfort knowing others walk the same mind-boggling path, we gain the strength to go on, rewarded by brilliant flashes of love.