Readers can expect to be inspired and entertained as
Lunch With Lucille whips up a delightful
dish of hope and optimism, served by a fun-loving, sassy,
female character who shares a message all women need
to hear . . .
YOU ARE YOUR
BEST ASSET AT ANY AGE!
Voted overwhelming the Buzzworthy Book of Summer, Lunch
With Lucille overflows with nourishing wisdom
and humor as you are treated to simple, practical solutions
to some prickly issues such as aging, confidence, self
image, and achievement. This fast-paced novella is thought
provoking and leaves you hungry for the next course.
With her indomitable spirit, and wisdom, Lucille captivates
her lunch guests with life-affirming stories AND her
four-diamond brooch. While attractive to look at, its
significance is much more than decoration, and the secrets
behind its meaning will inspire you to incorporate some
important lessons into your own life.
Although the story is fictional, Lucille is based closely
on the Annarose's mothera woman with style, wit
and a strong sense of purpose.
If you could very easily give
someone hope, inspiration, and laughs as a gift, would
you do it?
Lunch with Lucille is a celebration waiting
to be unwrapped. It is a great gift that carries with
it a line of products that compliments the inspirational
and uplifting message Lucille serves up.
with Lucille lunch package shares the
gift of the novel, the jewel of inspiration, liberating
balloons, and the gratitude journal - thoughtful and
generous and in the true gift-giving spirit.
Always a good time manager, I arrive at the country
club shortly before the noon witching hour. I park by
the pro shop, walk down the brick pathway, to the three
stone stairs, enter the clubhouse, and take the elevator
up one flight. En route I pass a few club members. One
or two acknowledge my existence with a perfunctory nod.
A few others ignore me all together. I guess they are
aware they don't know me because I am well aware that
I don't know them.
As I make my way into the dining room, there sits Lucille;
positioned at the same table she was last week when
I met her. And just like last week she is sitting with
her back to the window, the beautiful golf course scene
serving as her backdrop, as she looks out into the dining
Although there are several-dozen other members in the
restaurant, Lucille stands out. She looks like a model;
not a runway model as she does not have the slender
bone structure and I doubt she is anywhere near tall
enough. Instead she resembles a commercial or print
model. Her body is well-proportioned, her face is quite
attractive, and her skin is astonishingly silky, especially
for a woman of her advanced years. My first impression
is that Lucille, with minimal airbrushing, is worthy
of a cover shot on some mature lifestyle focused magazine.
Even if I had really poor eyesight, which I do not,
I would not be able to miss Lucille. She is illuminated.
From head to toe, she is fully adorned in aquamarine.
Her blouse, her pants, her scarf, and all of her jewelry
show some shade of the blue hue. I have never seen anything
like it! Her aquamarine-colored hat reminds me of the
pee cap John Lennon wore when the Beatles first landed
in New York in 1964; only Lucille has it strategically
tipped to one side, just enough to expose her gleaming
As I near Lucille's table, I notice her aquamarine
blouse is also trimmed in sequins. And there, perfectly
positioned over her heart, is the four-diamond brooch,
at least twice as big as Kitty's. It shines so brightly
and almost appears happy to see me. But what radiates
even more than the four diamonds is Lucille's smile.
She follows me with her eyes as I walk unceremoniously
through the dining room. Her grin grows progressively
broader. Seemingly, she becomes increasingly more joyful
with every step I take in her direction.
I feel assured there is no way I can go off course.
Lucille's smile is reeling me in like a helpless fish.
I walk directly to her table and sit down next to her.
Trying to sound confident, I say "Hi Lucille."
In reality, I am praying she remembers me. She looks
over at me, beaming with delight, as if she's known
me all her life and is thrilled that I am joining her.
She touches my hand and enthusiastically greets me,
"Hi ya babe, good to see you."