Everything’s Gonna Be All Right: 2

“Which parent do you feel closest to?” He was a caricature of a child psychologist: sandy, side-parted hair, large wire-rimmed glasses, dressed like Mr. Rodgers. He spoke with a soft, low, monotonous voice, barely above a whisper. I considered carefully, looking off to one side, and answered very slowly, “I’d have to say… my mother……

Oh, what’s the word…

I am eating lunch with a terrific-looking lady, about fifty, brown eyes and hair, and a tiny mouth like a… like a… oh, what’s the word…? With petals… Says her name is Anna. There’s a girl too, a young woman, and she’s a knockout: tall and willowy, fabulous long hair, red I think. These women, they…

Where Is My Mother?!

Parting: Are You My Mother?

Act I: Racine, Scene 21: Parting Exterior, bright, bitter cold (-5F), 7:45 am, Thursday, February 12, 1981. Hotel vestibule in downtown Racine, Wisconsin. Glen, age 16, and his mother Rita stand in the vestibule in heavy parkas, waiting in awkward silence. Rita:       Can you give me Lori’s phone number? I may want to talk to…

Where Is My Mother?

“Act II: Greece” It was 2012, I was 47 years old and I was writing what I call a “therapeutic memoir.” I had known for a while that writing it was necessary. I had to take one more close look at all the painful stuff of growing up, having ignored it for several decades. I…

Hiking the Himalayas with Mom

“Hey! That was my mother, you know. I can’t just go get another.” I was really annoyed with my Sherpa. My mother and I had been hiking through the Himalayas. We each had a Sherpa guide. My mom was wearing a parka with fuzzy trim that I don’t remember seeing her in since the late…