In her highly-anticipated nonfiction debut, humorist and popular blogger Susannah B. Lewis (Whoa Susannah) uses dry wit and an eye for the absurd to find laughter in even the most challenging circumstances.
Susannah B. Lewis is the girl next door who chases her dreams by helping others chase their blues away. Her more than 1 million Facebook fans go to her to find the sweet and the salty and for an honest and often hilarious take on life.
In Can't Make This Stuff Up Lewis writes candidly about her life in the deep South where Hydrangea and honeysuckle spill over the edges of cracked sidewalks, Grandma's tattered cookbook sits next to the family Bible, and the works of Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'Connor, and William Faulkner adorn bookshelves. She recalls memories of her hometown where her granddaddy owned and operated the corner drugstore and her momma played piano at the Baptist church. When she was only 11 years old, she lost her father to a fatal heart attack, and she tells of the kindness of neighbors who brought casseroles in Tupperware containers for months--even years--afterward. With more than a hint of humor, she describes the time an escaped albino panther wandered into their backyard and the unforgettable Thanksgiving meal when an egg in their table's centerpiece hatched a baby chicken.
Lewis's mother passed away unexpectedly just two years ago, leaving Lewis an earthly orphan who clings to the heavenly promises of Jesus. As a 35-year-old wife and mother, she spends many of her days driving her two children to ball practice in an SUV that smells like a locker room and her evenings sipping sweet tea on her back porch swing, in awe of God's stunning sunsets, with a laptop by her side.
