The Habit
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DIVThere is an unmistakable gleam in Maâs eye, and her absolute composure both appalls me and rips my heart from its root. I burst into tears. The gauntlet is thrown./div
DIVFrom the time she was conceived, Susan Morse was her motherâs âspecialâ child. For Susan, special translated into becoming her incorrigible motherâs frazzled caretaker, a role that continued into adulthood. Now she finds herself as part of the sandwich generation, responsible for a woman whose eighty-five years have been single-mindedly devoted to identifying The Answer To Everything. And, this weekâs Answer looks like it may be the real thing.
Susanâs mother is becoming a nun.
Mother Brigid is opinionated and discerning (Donât call them trash cans. Theyâre scrap baskets!), feisty and dogmatic (Stop signs and No Parking zones are installed by bureaucratic pencil pushers with nothing better to do), a brilliant artist (truly, a saving grace), and predictably unpredictable, recently demonstrated by her decision to convert to Orthodox Christianity and join its holy order. Dressed in full nun regalia, she might be mistaken for a Taliban bigwig. But just as Mother Brigid makes her debut at church, a debilitating accident puts her in a rehab center hours from Susanâs home, where Susanâs already up to her neck juggling three teenagers, hot flashes, a dog, two cats, and a husband whose work pulls him away from the family for months at a time. Now Susan gets to find out if itâs less exhausting to be at her motherâs beck and call from one hundred miles away or one hundred feet. And sheâs beginning to suspect that the things she always thought she knew about her mother were only the tip of a wonderfully singular iceberg.
In this fresh, funny, utterly irresistible memoir, Susan Morse offers readers a look at a mother-daughter relationship that is both universal and unique. For anyone whoâs wondered how they made it through their childhood with their sanity intact, for every multitasking woman coping simultaneously with parents and children, for those of us who love our parents come hell or high water (because we just canât help it), Susan Morseâs story is surprising, reassuring, and laugh-out-loud funny. A beguiling journey of love, forbearance, and self-discovery, The Habit introduces two unforgettable women youâll be glad to knowâfrom a safe distance./div
DIVFrom the time she was conceived, Susan Morse was her motherâs âspecialâ child. For Susan, special translated into becoming her incorrigible motherâs frazzled caretaker, a role that continued into adulthood. Now she finds herself as part of the sandwich generation, responsible for a woman whose eighty-five years have been single-mindedly devoted to identifying The Answer To Everything. And, this weekâs Answer looks like it may be the real thing.
Susanâs mother is becoming a nun.
Mother Brigid is opinionated and discerning (Donât call them trash cans. Theyâre scrap baskets!), feisty and dogmatic (Stop signs and No Parking zones are installed by bureaucratic pencil pushers with nothing better to do), a brilliant artist (truly, a saving grace), and predictably unpredictable, recently demonstrated by her decision to convert to Orthodox Christianity and join its holy order. Dressed in full nun regalia, she might be mistaken for a Taliban bigwig. But just as Mother Brigid makes her debut at church, a debilitating accident puts her in a rehab center hours from Susanâs home, where Susanâs already up to her neck juggling three teenagers, hot flashes, a dog, two cats, and a husband whose work pulls him away from the family for months at a time. Now Susan gets to find out if itâs less exhausting to be at her motherâs beck and call from one hundred miles away or one hundred feet. And sheâs beginning to suspect that the things she always thought she knew about her mother were only the tip of a wonderfully singular iceberg.
In this fresh, funny, utterly irresistible memoir, Susan Morse offers readers a look at a mother-daughter relationship that is both universal and unique. For anyone whoâs wondered how they made it through their childhood with their sanity intact, for every multitasking woman coping simultaneously with parents and children, for those of us who love our parents come hell or high water (because we just canât help it), Susan Morseâs story is surprising, reassuring, and laugh-out-loud funny. A beguiling journey of love, forbearance, and self-discovery, The Habit introduces two unforgettable women youâll be glad to knowâfrom a safe distance./div
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Susan Morse was educated at Williams College. She has worked as an actress in L.A. and New York and is the author of The Habit. She now lives in Philadelphia with her husband, David, and their three children, when theyâre home from college.Â
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