If you’re alive, you’re aging . . . but You Can’t Iron a Wrinkled Birthday Suit smashes senior living stereotypes! Zany families, eccentric friends, and ne’er-do-well neighbors inhabit the labyrinthine lives of three women friends as they live through one puzzling “Golden Year.” A surprise visit from local law enforcement, a younger friend’s romantic disasters, and the death of a parent all combine with daily life—laundry, scones, senior sex—to create one walloping, raucous read. Loquacious pets—critics and alter egos—offer a rich counterpoint to the human dramas affecting their lives. Unfiltered and compelling, this entertaining saga provides readers of all ages with a new and positive view of growing older.
A graduate of Rutgers with a degree in English, Sharon Phennah devoted a lifetime to canine coiffure. Conducting her grooming in clients' homes, Sharon spent fifty years observing canines and humans in their "natural habitat." Sharon also trained in landscape design and built a passive solar home in Dublin, New Hampshire, in 1983. Currently retired from dog grooming, Sharon lives in North Carolina with her Corgi and cat, enjoying writing, genealogy, and photography/
When I wrote this, I was a bit younger than 70, but had friends just like Grace. Now, I am one of those friends to other younger women and it's true. Scampering up an extension ladder is entirely possible for a fit 70 yr. old.
You Can't Iron a Wrinkled Birthday Suit
Seventy-something Grace, clad in a black spandex outfit, her Tide-white hair stuffed under an ancient black bathing cap, went first. The most athletic of the three women, she scampered up the ladder like a spider in a hurry, her grandson’s paintball gun bungee-corded to her backpack, her fanny pack bulging with paintballs.