lisa jennett

Family in Lubbock?＂ the clerk asked, ＂Are you by yourself ... really?＂＂Runaway. I’m a runaway,＂ I said.She searched me with her gum-chewing look.I said it again, ＂I ran away from home. I didn’t plan it. I don’t have a destination right now.＂She shifted her weight and drew her hand onto her hip as her head took an affirming angle. ＂I have always wanted to do that,＂ she nodded her chin in my direction.I felt like a hero ...... so here I was. The six-year-old, the five-year-old, the nine-year-old Sammi trying to reconcile with the 51-year-old Sammi. A package of people I love, fear, know, and do not know--riding down the highway together with cars passing us as if all was copacetic. We all just kept our eyes facing forward like nothing was off color.____________________________________________________________________________Everyone thinks about running away from home sometime. Most people don’t venture that when they are 51. Sammi did. When the world got too small and being part of it got too unbearable she ran. Mostly west. On the way she bumped into her past and found some reconcile with her present. Filled with memories common to us all, too familiar demons, the longing, the searching, the betrayal and brokenness--the beauty of it all. Far from unusual, the instinct to flee what we no longer know how to cope with is common to us all. Between the pages of WHEN I LAST SAW ME perhaps you will collide with where you last saw you too. _____________________________________________________________________________Written in a unique, quirky literary style, this memoir is from a woman with a most unusual biography, but with a past that will strike a familiar chord in many. In person Lisa is funny. A sit down comedian. Odd. Endearing. Original. Author Lisa is reflective. Curious. A noticer of things most overlook. A seer of things others never place in the light of a proper view. This is the story of her runaway adventure, bringing her to terms with things long pushed back. It is an awakening to purpose pressed by pain. Understanding wrapped in mystery.A journey is sometimes hard. Sometimes not. Mile markers keep time and allow the grace of a reflect. Like breadcrumbs, they led her to a place she did not expect ... a place so worth visiting that her outlook changed forever.

Lisa is a less than tall woman in her mid fifties .... maybe late fifties depending on how you feel about the number 7. Lisa and her Santa Claus variety of husband whom she calls Tank have been married like 10-15 years and have a collection of 6 kids and about 10 natural wonders of the world they call grandkids. Lisa and Tank love to travel with friends, find distant dive restaurants on Harley road trips, and send people over to meet the Triplets face-to-face. Lisa has mostly lived in Texas with some years in the middle of her life when she called Scotland home. Lisa renames people sometimes because she sees them differently than other people see them. She writes her name backwards (ASIL) because she finds it faster and easier to write from the right hand side of the page to the left. Lisa has generated her bill paying revenue as a landscaper for the last 2.5 decades. Mostly she is ordinary and likes the things and the people she likes very much. She is kind of quirky and often quite funny and madly in love with the Triplets. Insanely in love with the Triplets. Enough love to step out of her comfortable and be willing to share stuff mostly preferred to be private. As long as it ends with an invite to more of the Triplets, she’ll deal with the rest.