I See Life Through Rose Colored Glasses: True Stories and Confessions

I See Life Through Rose Colored Glasses: True Stories and Confessions


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ISBN-13: 9781250163059
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 07/10/2018
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 104,205
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

LISA SCOTTOLINE is a bestselling and Edgar Award-winning author and a columnist for The Philadelphia Inquirer.She has been published in thirty countries. She lives in the Philadelphia area with an array of pets.

FRANCESCA SCOTTOLINE SERRITELLA graduated cum laude from Harvard University, where she won the Thomas Temple Hoopes Prize, the Le Baron Russell Briggs Fiction Prize and the Charles Edmund Horman Prize for her creative writing. She lives in New York with one dog and one cat, so far.


Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Date of Birth:

July 1, 1955

Place of Birth:

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania


B.A., University of Pennsylvania, 1976; J.D., University of Pennsylvania Law School, 1981

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I See Life Through Rosé-Colored Glasses


Welcome to our fun and fizzy collection of stories, taken from our actual lives as a mother and a daughter.

Sometimes we fight.

Sometimes we make up.

And sometimes, yes, we drink.

One of the pleasures of having an adult daughter is that you can share a glass of rosé with her, and by the second one, you forget what you were fighting about.

But that's not the point of this book or its title.

We're not that literal.

This is the eighth book in a bestselling series, chronicling our lives, which I bet happens to look like your lives.

If less well behaved.

Like you, we've had our ups and downs, but in this book, we look at the upside of ups and downs.

And that's the meaning of the title.

You know how you feel after a few sips of rosé?

That life is good?

That none of your troubles are really that troubling?

That you're lucky just to be alive, to taste something sweet on your tongue, to feel the sun on your face and shoulders, and to share the company of your family, friends, or even your dog or cat?

By the way, animals are family to Francesca and me.

We're both dog- and cat-crazy, and you'd know that as soon as you met us, because lint rollers can only do so much.

Anyway, that rosé feeling is one you can capture even if there's no alcohol in sight.

Anytime you get a moment, or take one, just to pause and savor the simple pleasures.

Of course the best time to do that is in summer, when you're officially allowed to slack for vacation, which turns out to be just more work for Mom, by the seaside.

Still, even a change of scenery can help you exhale, set aside your stress, and take a hiatus from tasks and things-to-do lists.

This book is like that too, and I guarantee that if you take it on vacation, you'll LOL.

For example, I write about what it's like to get older, namely that your eyebrows will vanish and your eyelids acquire hoods. You may look permanently sleepy, but on the plus side, nobody can see the crappy job you did on your eyeliner.

I also write about not being able to zip up my dresses anymore, so now I routinely beg baristas in Starbucks to dress me. And I can't work my jewelry fasteners either, so I only buy necklaces like nooses.

Fun facts about aging!

And Daughter Francesca writes about life as a single thirtysomething in New York City. And she has an active dating life, unlike me, who's dead below the waist.

Like I care.

Francesca writes about the light side of dating, and since she's getting older and wiser herself, she's learning to spot the red flags that separate the men from the boys. She's dodged her share of man-bullets, and she's not shy about telling you about them. She even writes about how to break up with a guy, with lots of laughs and better advice than "slip out the back, Jack."

Of course, mothers and daughters may be different, but the similarities are undeniable. Like I write about cleaning out my refrigerator and finding aspirational condiments, and she writes about cleaning out her purse and finding past lives, in her Handbag Time Machine.

You get the idea.

We take real life and make it funny.

And summer vacation is all about fun. And even if you don't get any vacation, you should read this book, because it'll make you feel like you're on one.

And isn't that the purpose of a book?

To help you escape the everyday.

To make you laugh out loud.

And to make you feel centered and relaxed.

It's like a glass of rosé, between two covers.

Read between the wines.

Pull up a beach chair.

Sit back.

Turn the page.

And take a sip.


Can You Hear Me Now?


"Can you hear me now?" is the question my mom and I ask each other most often over the phone, even beating, "What did you have for dinner?"

Do other people talk about food like we do?

I like to know what I'm missing, and my mom needs to know I'm not starving.

For two women who talk a lot, we suffer from bad cell-phone reception — and only for our calls to one another. It's like the universe is playing a cruel trick on us, or maybe saying "enough already," but whenever we call each other, the sound cuts in and out.

And every time, we take it personally.

We know the problem is external, and yet we inevitably start blaming each other. It shows the limits of human nature, or at least mother-daughter nature.

I'll be telling my mom a story, and all of a sudden she'll go, "You just cut out, I'm not hearing you."

"Oh no, let me move. Can you hear me now?"

"I hear nothing. Are you there?"

"Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?" I repeat while running around my apartment, none of which she hears.

"Do you know that I can't hear you? You. Cut. Out," she'll say louder, although I hear her perfectly.

Meanwhile, I'm getting more and more aggravated changing locations and repeating, "can you hear me now?" so that by the time the reception finally returns, I sound like, "ARGH, CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?"

"Hey, don't yell at me, I didn't do anything!"

"Ugh, Mom, I know, I wasn't yelling at you —"

"Well, that's not a very nice tone! It's not my fault the service is bad, don't get mad at me, be mad at the phone."



And we're off to the races. We take turns switching roles, but the script is roughly the same.

Trust me, we've looked into fixing this — changing phones, changing providers, getting a brain-cancer-inducing signal-booster installed in my apartment — but we haven't found an effective and appealing solution.

We're so good at fighting as it is.

I've narrowed down where the service is the worst in my apartment: my kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and entryway, which leaves me about a hundred square feet, so I call her most often during my dog walks; then our call is interrupted only by people admiring Pip. Attempts to learn where the service is worst at my mom's house have been unsuccessful, because my mom doesn't understand how to check the cell strength.

"Mom, how many bars do you have where you are?"

"What bars?"

"The bars at the top left."

"The Wi-Fi is good, I'm right next to the thingy."

"Not the Wi-Fi, that's the Internet, next to that, the bars beside AT&T."

"Oh, I don't know, it's too small to see."

But our misunderstanding gave me a different idea: FaceTime.

Our cell signal may suck, but the Wi-Fi thingy is strong, and that's all you need for video chatting. Plus, my mom has a theory that our fights over the phone and in the car start because we can't see each other's facial expressions (which are surely beatific and empathy-inducing, definitely not attitudinal or eye-rolling), so FaceTiming should solve that.

She's half-right — because she's usually only half in the frame.

FaceTime is supposed to be easy. People do it with babies. But have you ever tried it with an adult mother? I can't seem to teach my mom how to center herself in the camera when we video chat.

For my generation, FaceTime is intuitive. Like all millennials, I went through a secret selfie-certification course where I learned how to find good light, extend my arm, tilt my head at a flattering angle, and keep my fingertips out of the frame.

I have not blinked in a photo since 2007.

If anything, my problem is breaking the habit of looking at myself in the corner window.

My mother, on the other hand, holds the phone under her chin and talks directly into the microphone, so I'm looking up her nose. Or she holds the phone upright but too high, so I am looking at her forehead.

"Are you looking at my roots?" she'll ask.

"Your roots are all I can see."

In either case, she holds it one inch from her face, so I can check out her pores while we're talking. She could up her moisturizer.

Sometimes she sets the phone down so it points directly at the ceiling lights, and then I get to feel like I'm FaceTiming with God.

Not far off, if you ask Her.

But I will say, we've had more laughs than fights. It's fun; we pull the dogs into the frame and occasionally an unsuspecting cat, I show her new shoes that I bought, she shows me the latest blooms in the garden, and of course, we each show each other what we're cooking.

Call it DinnerTime.

Whatever the technology, communication between mothers and daughters may never be perfect. But my mom is still my first phone call when something really good or really bad happens.

And so that she can see that I ate.


Please Put the Lid Down


Lately everyone is hating on fake news.

I'm hating on news I wish were fake.

Of course I'm talking about the snake in the toilet.

I read the story on Facebook, source of all reliable news.

I believe everything I read on Facebook, and so should you.

According to Facebook, everyone's marriage is perfect, everyone's children are brilliant, and everyone's vacation is better than yours.

Facebook people live a different life from the rest of us. Their cats are affectionate, their dogs don't poop on the floor, and their meals are photogenic.

They don't eat anything that comes out of a can.

Me, I'm the opposite.

If it doesn't come out of a can, I'm not having it for lunch.

Namely, Amy's soups. Try the Southwestern Chipotle and the Mixed Vegetable.

I change it up for dinner by eating things that come out of jars.

If it doesn't come out of the jar, I cannot be bothered. Rao's spaghetti sauce comes out of a jar, and I can't be the only Italian-American who uses tomato sauce out of a jar.

It's not my secret shame, it's my secret sauce, and who has time to stand in front of a pot all day?

Anyway, to stay on point, it was on Facebook that I read the story of a boy from Texas who woke up in the morning, went to the bathroom, and found a rattlesnake inside his toilet.

I didn't believe it, but there was a picture of a snake coming out of a toilet.

I'm not going to show you because you will never be able to unsee it.

I still think of pictures as proof-positive that something happened, even though nowadays people Photoshop their pictures to look thinner and/or to add or subtract a person.

Like an ex-husband.

I would never Photoshop Thing One or Thing Two out of a picture. Instead I would rip the picture in half, tear the half into pieces, burn the pieces to ashes, jump up and down on the ashes, then sweep the ashes off a cliff.

Which would be so much more satisfying.

But still, the Facebook photo did not look doctored to me at all. On the contrary, it looked exactly like what it purported to be, which was a snake coming out of a toilet.

The story was especially horrifying to me because I'm easy to horrify. I estimate I spend half of my time walking around in horror. I'm horrified by politics, world events, and people who are mean to animals.

Animals never horrify me, except when they come out of toilets.

The other reason this is especially horrifying to me is because I have a garden populated with snakes. I didn't know this until I found a giant ball of snakes rolling around my front yard, which I later found out was a snake mating ball. And the only thing more horrifying than snakes coming out of your toilet is snakes having sex in your front yard.

To return to my point, I went online to verify the snake-in-a-toilet story, and you know what?

The reports agreed that it was possible for a snake to get inside your toilet, but it was unlikely.

Unlikely is not good enough for me.

I need to hear zero possibility.

But nobody is saying that.

On the contrary, National Geographic on Twitter stated, "The chances of finding a snake in your toilet are extremely low, but unfortunately not zero."

Now, this is where I reveal that I go to the bathroom to pee approximately thirty-five times a day.

Seventeen of those are at night.

Women pee constantly, and we all know it. That's why the line to the ladies' room is always disproportionately long at any public event, and why some completely frustrated women will get sick of waiting and use the men's room.

(That's me. I'm that woman. No man is ever in there. It's just me, needing to pee. And until the bathroom police come after me, I'm not stopping.)

Anyway, for the past two weeks when I go to the bathroom at night, I cannot bring myself to sit down without checking to see if there is a snake in my toilet. I have to turn on the light, but this wakes me up, so when I go back to bed, I'm nervous and ultimately sleepless.

With no one to blame it on.

Surely not myself.

Maybe Facebook.

Or snakes.

They've been our frenemy ever since they offered Eve the apple.


Trick Question


There's something special about an old dog.

No, I don't mean me.

How dare you.

I'm talking about Ruby The Crazy Corgi, who is now thirteen and using her little wheelie cart, since her back legs are paralyzed. This unfortunately means that she's incontinent, so she wears a doggy diaper, but apart from that, she's only gotten better as she's gotten older.

For example, corgis are herding dogs and in her younger days she would try to herd anything in sight, including the other dogs, since we didn't have sheep.

I know, believe me I thought about it.

It would be nice to have a few sheep.

They could live out back like little clouds with feet, and I could have real homemade wool sweaters. This was before I wore fleece constantly, so now I would need them to grow polyester.

In any event, Ruby has learned to stop herding things, since with old age comes the wisdom that we need to not live in constant fear.

Of course she doesn't watch the news.

Lately, I don't either.

Anyway, Ruby isn't the only old dog I've had, since I had a toy poodle named Rosie who lived until the age of sixteen, though for the last five years of her life she was completely blind.

You might be saying aww, but you should be saying, that rocks!

Because the blind years of Rosie's life were her best.

Like Ruby, Rosie had less and less to be worried about, since she couldn't see any of the bad things that she used to see earlier. She settled into a nice comfy contentment, and at the same time, was able to navigate the house with ease, knowing where everything was. The only problem was when I had to take her outside and even that she turned to an advantage. Those were the days when I didn't have a fence in the backyard, so if I put the dogs out, I had to walk them around on a leash.

I did that for fifteen years.

Tell me who the blind one is, am I right?

In any event, I never had to walk Rosie because as soon as she went blind, when she got out in the backyard, she would walk only in a small circle. This turned out to be the best thing in the world for me, because I never had to walk her, and for her, because she got a ton of exercise. She would just make circles all around the lawn, whatever the weather, and you haven't lived until you've seen yellow circles in your snow.

It was artistic.

And precise.

You would've thought this dog had a protractor.

Some days it looked like the Olympic rings, only one color.

The thing about Rosie in her dotage was that if I left a room, she wouldn't know it, so she had to be picked up and carried from room to room. This isn't as much of a pain as it sounds. First off she only weighed six pounds.

Extremely portable.

I got completely used to picking up something before I left the room, which was excellent practice for the cell phones that would come much later. I swear, part of the reason I never leave my phone anywhere is because Rosie trained me.

We both know that our dogs train us and not vice versa, don't we?

We do all sorts of tricks for our dogs.

Tricks that we never thought we could do, or would ever want to. Like diapering a dog.

Believe me, if you asked me if I would ever put a diaper on a dog, I would've laughed. But now, quite seriously, I'm noticing that more and more she's having a hard time getting around with her front legs in her wheelchair, and I'm facing the notion that Ruby's front legs might become paralyzed too.

Which would leave her with no mobility.

The vet warned me about this a year ago, and I said to myself, if that happens, I might have to make a tough decision.

But that was then, and this is now.

Because now, I don't see any problem at all.

She's otherwise happy and healthy and smarter than ever.

And I'm starting to Google carts for quadriplegic dogs.

Or I can just push her in her cart.

Or carry her from room to room.

Because the thing about a dog is, they never give up on you.

If I had to be carried from room to room, Ruby would carry me.

Rosie would have too.

If you have a dog, you know that is exactly true.

And so Ruby has taught me one final trick.

What are the limits on love?

There aren't any.

It's a trick question.


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Table of Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
I See Life Through Rosé-Colored Glasses • Lisa,
Can You Hear Me Now? • Francesca,
Please Put the Lid Down • Lisa,
Trick Question • Lisa,
Do Me a Favor • Francesca,
Christmas with the Flying Scottolines • Lisa,
The Ad That Stole Christmas • Francesca,
A Very Happy New Year • Lisa,
Lost and Found • Lisa,
Happy Birthday to Me? • Francesca,
To Boldly Go • Lisa,
Oh Captain, My Captain • Lisa,
The Cake Has Spoken • Francesca,
A Very Special Delivery • Lisa,
With a Cherry on Top • Lisa,
NSF NYFW • Francesca,
Women's History Month • Lisa,
Dr. Lisa, Roving Relationship Expert • Lisa,
If You Want Something Done Right • Francesca,
My Thoughts, Crystallized • Lisa,
Lisa Nappoline • Lisa,
City Slickers 3: The Legend of Bandana-Napkin • Francesca,
The Answer Is Blowing in the Wind Chimes • Lisa,
Everything's Coming up Roses • Lisa,
I Dabble • Francesca,
Not-So-Kiddie Table • Lisa,
Love Boat • Lisa,
The Live Feed Must Go On • Francesca,
Dressy • Lisa,
Seedy • Lisa,
Challenged • Francesca,
Heat Wavering • Lisa,
What Are the Odds? • Lisa,
Love Bites • Francesca,
A Woman with a Plan • Lisa,
No More Sex and No More City • Lisa,
Francesca Serritella, Attorney at Paw • Francesca,
The Case of the Missing Eyebrows • Lisa,
Bhutan Bound • Lisa,
Out of Order • Francesca,
Money for Nothing • Lisa,
Dirty • Lisa,
Battleship Noodle • Francesca,
Adult Toys • Lisa,
Horse Years • Lisa,
Compare and Contrast • Lisa,
The Truth Comes Out • Francesca,
Itchy and Scratchy, the Sequel • Lisa,
Slip Sliding Away • Lisa,
A Stan Is Born • Francesca,
A Convenient Truth • Lisa,
Snakes Alive • Lisa,
Keep It Moving • Francesca,
Hoodie Eyes • Lisa,
Sucking Up • Lisa,
The Perfect Dump • Francesca,
Lowlight • Lisa,
Legalize Pots • Lisa,
Dangerously Polite • Francesca,
Hello, Mom? • Lisa,
Judge Scottoline • Lisa,
The Great Makeup Organization • Francesca,
Tryhard • Lisa,
Bad Date, Good Story • Francesca,
Move Over, Laika • Lisa,
Basic and Proud of It • Francesca,
Technology Hag • Lisa,
Multiples • Lisa,
RequiAIM • Francesca,
Adults Only • Lisa,
Proportion Control • Lisa,
Handbag Time Machine • Francesca,
Yoga Yokel • Lisa,
Rest in Peace, Ruby • Lisa,
In Vino Veritas • Lisa,
A Decade of Chick Witâ&8364;"Special Bonus • Lisa and Francesca,
Other Nonfiction by Lisa Scottoline and Francesca Serritella,
About the Authors,

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I See Life Through Rose-Colored Glasses: True Stories and Confessions 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
JennGrand 3 days ago
I have been a fan of Lisa Scottoline for years. She is from my hometown, so she writes her books set in areas that I've actually been to. It's so fun reading her stories while imagining exactly what shopping center her main character just raced through!  This was the first book I read that she wrote with her daughter, Francesca. And let me just say, it hopefully won't be my last! This book is a collection of short, mostly humorous stories from their lives. Whether they're hiking the Grand Canyon or trying to figure out what "adulting" means, they are a duo that anyone would want to be BFFs with. This book didn't disappoint, just like Lisa's stand alone books! Check it out, you'll fall in love with this mother/daughter duo and probably want to read it with your own glass of Rosé!
KrittersRamblings 8 months ago
Another essay/column collection from the mother daughter duo - Lisa Scottoline and Francesca Serritella. This mother daughter duo does a column in the Philadelphia newspaper and after reading most of the books, it makes me want to subscribe just to read them live as they are coming out. These stories are about everything from motherhood, to being single in NYC to loss and these stories have made me cry and completely laugh out loud. It would be hard to find a woman who can't relate to a story or two in the book and even the ones that I don't relate to make me laugh because I can picture my mom, sister or a friend who the story reminds me of! There isn't much to say about this specific collection over the ones I have read; they are perfect to throw into a beach bag for the summer. The stories are 3-5 pages, so you can easily read this and put it down, its just a great summer time book of stories.
ethel55 More than 1 year ago
Ten books! This mother daughter duo--outspoken, plainspoken, just like family women have done it again! The essays that make up the book are the stuff of everyday life, only seen through the lens of a couple of very witty women. If you like dogs, gardens, family and NYC, this is for you!
toReadistoEscape More than 1 year ago
I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book courtesy of NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are my own. I enjoyed the writing style of both the mother and daughter authors. I liked the format of the book being in short unrelated chapters. It was great to pick up when I had the time and not feel I needed to finish it in one sitting. The stories were relatable and humorous. It was fun to laugh at myself and comforting to know I’m not the only one to feel this way. If this review was helpful to you please click the link below.
blonde_betty More than 1 year ago
I See Life Through Rose-Colored Glasses is the latest collaboration between Lisa Scottoline and her daughter Francesca Serrittella. Like the others in the series, the essays are the perfect quick read when you just need a break from life. Scottoline and Serrittella talk about what it means to be human, and women, with wit and candor.
CharlotteLynnsReviews More than 1 year ago
I See Life Through Rosé-Colored Glasses is a collection of essays written by Lisa Scottoline and her daughter Francesca Serritella. They are real-life stories, with lessons to learn, laughs to have, and entertaining to read. Each essay is a short and quick read. They are broke into who wrote them, Lisa or Francesca. You can read them one per sitting or you can read the entire book at one time. I find that I read a few at a time and usually I am reading a different book at the same time since each essay is the entire story with the next essay telling an entirely different story. If you are looking for a fun, easy, entertaining book I See Life Through Rosé-Colored Glasses is exactly that.
Lorizen More than 1 year ago
Yet another fantastic read from Lisa and Francesca. I love reading this mother daughter tag team as they weave their tales of real life and real laughs together. Honestly it's refreshing, wet your pants funny at times and makes us laugh at ourselves knowing we're not the only ones out there that these things happen to! They take us along with them as they look, live and relate to us real life via their eyes. It's a not to be missed book. I look forward to being able to read these two any chance I get. What a treat. Every woman out there needs a good laugh and this book is just the ticket! *advanced copy from Net Galley and Publisher for an honest review. All thoughts are my own.*
diane92345 More than 1 year ago
Snake mating balls! Unusual holiday benefits of steroids! The cheap high of the Container Store’s false promises! We’ve all been there. Okay, maybe not...but we all agree that life is funny especially when someone else is fending off its slings and arrows. Just like life, I See Life through Rosé Colored Glasses has no easily discernible plot. It just kinda rolls over everything in its way. Most of the stories here are only a few pages long making them a perfect choice for grocery queues and doctor’s waiting rooms (and much less frustrating than the high levels of Candy Crush). First, I love Lisa Scottoline’s thrillers. The only reason I requested this book was because I was curious. I always assumed that mystery/thriller writers are rather glum and constantly thinking of original ways to murder people (hopefully only characters but who really knows). However, this book was hilarious! It reminded of the Erma Bombeck “families are so wacky” style of books from my youth combined with Dave Barry’s “Florida citizens are crazy” books. Except containing large Italian Catholic families that are both wacky and crazy. Despite being nothing like any of those adjectives, it is easy to relate to—or unfortunately relive—many of the scenes from the book. Btw, I just refuse to use FaceTime or Skype, even at work—problem solved! Again, this book is gloriously absurd and, I know this is judgey Lisa, fully earns 5 stars! Thanks to the publisher, St Martin’s Press, and NetGalley for an advanced copy.
DJTP More than 1 year ago
I See Life Through Rose-Colored Glasses by Lisa Scottoline and Francesca Serritella. A fun filled book of real life essays. I've read and enjoyed past books of essays by both of them and past books by Lisa Scottoline alone and have always enjoyed them look forward to reading more.