I Love My Mom
Ilove my mom. But it would hard to deny that I have been somewhat relieved tohave 2,000 miles between us since she moved back to Mississippi.
My motheris the bipolar product of an anxious Japanese woman and a stereotypical Southernman. Raised in the South, she was a teenage hippie, minus the politics and plus acountry-club membership. She and my dad (the product of a talented salesman andan immaculate housewife) moved from Mississippi to Hollywood in the '70s so hecould become a professional musician.
In sixth grade, my dad announcedtheir separation and divorce. It wasn't especially surprising, but I cried, andthen thought that living in two places might be fun. So, in seventh grade, everyweekend I'd either pack to go to my mom's apartment, or pack to return to mydad's - "our," he'd insist - three-bedroom Craftsman.
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