People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Katja never planned to have twins—but then, she hadn’t planned to raise them as a single mother either. Life has a funny way of seeing how far it can push you.
Pepper and Magnus were born into a flat in Richmond, London, a long way from Katja’s native Denmark, to a mother stretched to breaking point. Kat’s flower shop, a business she’d raised from the ground herself, was about to meet the 2008 recession head-on. Her relationship with her children’s father, the charming but roguish Casper, was in tatters. With bill after bill piling up on the doormat, it was all Kat could do to resist collapsing in front of the TV with a bottle of wine.
But there’s always light at the end of the tunnel. With new relationships beckoning, her beloved parents to lean on, and two great kids to hold close, Kat pulls herself up again and again to face another day. Family, she knows, is worth fighting for.
A Rubber Face with a Stripper’s Name is the hilarious, moving, and affirming memoir of a woman thrust suddenly into motherhood. On the winding road to a better life, Kat finds that the only way to survive and thrive is to be kind to yourself; believe in yourself; love yourself. A treat for parents and grown-up children alike, A Rubber Face with a Stripper’s Name knows that when life gives you lemons, you bloody well use them.