From Page to Stage: Where is the end?
I had planned to write about my mother's death, but I ended up writing about my life. This is the mystery of the writing process. Or, maybe, it's no mystery at all. My mother dying brought me sharply into my own living -- living without her in this world. The piece titled "Where is the end?" (below) is what I wrote for, and then performed at, the FROM PAGE TO STAGE event on May 8th, which I described in last week's post . Should you wish to listen to the piece rather than read it, I have recorded it here . * Where is the end? I was born into freedom — an advantage I did not understand until I met others who were born into not-freedom. For me, this freedom was boundless nurture, endless opportunity and ever present love My freedom came in the form of two parents, a mother and a father, who wanted me and loved me as a child should be: unconditionally The sky the limit The ground secure The home saf...