Poignant, touching, painful, but hopeful memoir from an alienated child’s point of view.
I told this story live at the March 2016 Boston MOTH GrandSLAM. After decades of being alienated from my mother, this is a window into our attempts at reconnecting.
When my mother called me last September, I was surprised by how easily I still recognized the sound of her voice. When I was four, my father had thrown her out of our home and out of my life.
My mother became like a family myth, an outcast who people only whispered about when they thought I couldn’t hear.
I saw her once when I was a teen. I didn’t dare tell my father.
I saw her again when I was in my twenties, a mother myself. She met my daughters who were babies then. For the next year we engaged in an awkward attempt at reconnection. We looked so much alike, yet we were strangers.
I had no idea…
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