"N. West Moss doesn't romanticize our world; she loves it honestly, in all its messiness. As I read Flesh Blood I saw not only that world but also the human body anew. This memoir is a tender, elegant, wry meditation on being a woman, being sick, and recovering; on reading and nature; on loving foremothers and rendering them into history with word rather than womb."
--V.V. Ganeshananthan, co-host, "Fiction/Non/Fiction" podcast, Literary Hub, and author of Love Marriage

"Part journey into the dark crevices of illness, but also a paean to the joys of the daily world, N. West Moss opens her arms wide and embraces the reader with her brilliant--and hilarious--observations. This book uncovers the wonderful 'brightness in the middle' for anyone who has navigated medical puzzles, grief, or just . . . life."
--Marie Myung-Ok Lee, author of Somebody's Daughter

"N. West Moss brings us on a journey that is both medical and spiritual. We experience the vertiginous churn of diagnosis and treatment, but also the liberating clarity of connection with the world. Honest, thoughtful, and courageous."
--Danielle Ofri, MD, PhD, author of When We Do Harm: A Doctor Confronts Medical Error

"A captivating, multilayered story of perseverance. It turns out that the real subject of Flesh Blood is not so much illness as the author's ever-regenerating powers of vision, her appreciation of the tangible world, the beauty of the here and now."
--Zachary Lazar, author of Vengeance

"An amazing book! Moss has a gift for describing stones, plants, celery soup and even praying mantises as needed accompaniments to sickness and recovery, along with her kind husband and generous mother. Her singular stories, honesty, and sly humor infuse this memoir of illness not with sadness, but joy."
--Theresa Brown, New York Times bestselling author of The Shift

"With a series of gentle incisions, this memoir cuts deep. Moss shows us a grief and gladness that, until now, we could not name."
--Martha Witt, author of Broken As Things Are