is an irreverent, bittersweet, often outrageous chronicle of accidental motherhood in the age of fractured families. Love story, soap opera, play-by-play of a train wreck, Carolyn Colburn’s debut memoir is not quite like anything you’ve read before. It’s a treatise on housekeeping, a primer for roller skating on acid to Canada and back, a how-to for dodging calls from the county jail concerning “an incarcerated loved one,” your daughter. Throw in a cabin in the woods, the howling of wolves, a flying pig, and a couple of incongruous recipes, and you have the ingredients for this riotous odyssey of a memoir. The little voice in your head might be muttering wtf?!?, but you keep hanging on to find out what’s coming next. Written with humor and pathos in equal measure, takes the reader on a hilarious and heartrending ride from a 1950s childhood through the mid 2010s, in a series of connected stories that jump around in time. Part Chelsea Handler, part Erma Bombeck, part nail-biting outlier crouched behind the furnace taking notes, is a read you won’t soon forget.