How to Drop Your Body

My mother’s death was a multi-media experience. Anyone who knew Riva would have expected nothing less. The program for her last weekend on earth featured a jewelry trunk show, standup comedy provided by my brother, the assistance of a psychic cat, and the kindness of strangers, demented and fully present. On more than one occasion, […]

I’m Afraid Our Time is Up

I used to joke about the fact that I didn’t want to know anything about my beloved psychiatrist, Dr. Jaeger. I didn’t even want to call her by her first name, Roberta. That would have been way too intimate. Years earlier, I had turned another therapist I was seeing into a mother substitute. But at […]


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