You Don't Sweat Much for a Fat Girl by Celia Rivenbark

By age 7, she'd decided to be a newspaper reporter. It was at this laundromat, where a carefully lettered sign reminded customers that management was 'NOT RESONSIBLE' for lost items, that Celia shirked 'resonsibility' her own self and snuck away to read the big, fat Sunday News & Observer out of Raleigh, NC. On every Sunday afternoon of her childhood, while her mama rested up from preparing a fried chicken and sweet potato casserole lunch, she, her sister and her daddy rode to the laundromat two miles away to do the weekly wash. Her grandparents' house, just across the ditch, had the first indoor plumbing in Teachey, NC and family lore swears that people came from miles around just to watch the toilet flush.ĭespite this proud plumbing tradition, Celia grew up without a washer and dryer.

And other thoughts on the virus that is YouTubeĪnd much more! For any woman who longs for the good old days when Jane Fonda in legwarmers was the only one who saw you exercise, YOU DON'T SWEAT MUCH FOR A FAT GIRL is comfort food in book form.Ĭelia Rivenbark was born and raised in Duplin County, NC, which had the distinction of being the nation's number 1 producer of hogs and turkeys during a brief, magical moment in the early 1980s.Ĭelia grew up in a small house in the country with a red barn out back that was populated by a couple of dozen lanky and unvaccinated cats. Movie To-Do Cook Like Julia, Adopt Really Big Kid Twitter I've Got Plenty of Characters, Just No Character I Dreamed a Dream That My Lashes Were Long Menopause Spurs Thoughts of Death and Turkey

In her newest wickedly irreverent humor collection, Celia Rivenbark cracks up while getting her downward facing dog on, pines for a world in which every mom gets to behave like Betty Draper and wonders why everybody's so excited about the Science Fair when there aren't even any rides. From the bestselling, award-winning author of You Can't Drink All Day If You Don't Start In The Morning, comes another collection of hilarious observations that will resonate with women, mothers, and girlfriends everywhere

You Don't Sweat Much for a Fat Girl by Celia Rivenbark