Slightly South of Simple (Peachtree Bluff, #1)

by Kristy Woodson Harvey

Aging is not for the faint of heart.

Oh, God, I had worn my new wedges. Now they were ruined. Everyone knew that once you wore shoes in a hospital, you had to throw them away.

I REMEMBER TELLING SLOANE when I was a senior in college that I was sick of boys. She was very supportive. It took me a good fifteen minutes to realize that she thought I was telling her I was a lesbian.

“And then we’ll go get real ice cream with dairy and gluten in the cones and everything.” “Even GMOs?” she asked.

The St. Timothy’s youth group has for the last twenty-six years earned all of the money it needed to take its annual ski trip by “flocking.” Flocking is a tradition that makes the decorator in me cringe and makes the rest of me laugh. The youth group puts dozens of plastic pink flamingos in someone’s yard. In order to get the flamingos out, said person has to make a donation and then has the option of paying an additional amount to have the flamingos put in someone else’s yard.

Elin Hilderbrand, there aren’t enough “thank yous” for your incredible endorsement of my work. You are such an inspiration!

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