PS I still remember that the first thing we did in L.A. after we checked into our hotel (the Sunset Marquis; Patsy was thrilled to spot the character actor David Opatashou in our elevator) was to come over for dinner at your house on Benedict Canyon.
Condolences to you on the loss of such a vivid presence in your life. You've done her a great honor in writing this beautiful essay. And I do hope you enjoy the cicada hors d'ouevres!
Reading this made me happy. I love cicadas. They are twice as big in Japan where I lived for a while and collected the shells, crusts, outer layers that got smushed in the move back to USA.
Such a lovely tribute to your mom and all the women in your life. It’s so hard to ignore that carp below the surface, so better to acknowledge its colors and slow movement in the murk, maybe nod, and let it swim on by, never quite out of sight. And one more thing: Let me know how those cicadas taste.
Beautiful - made my cry (which is no mean feat in an article that also highlights cicadas, for which I would normally need a trigger warning). Funny to learn that I am not alone in having found your mom glamorous (or as I put it, elegant). So sorry she's gone.
It's true that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You are a lovely man.
Thank you, Nina. I think whatever inclination I have toward generosity is an inheritance from mom.
PS I still remember that the first thing we did in L.A. after we checked into our hotel (the Sunset Marquis; Patsy was thrilled to spot the character actor David Opatashou in our elevator) was to come over for dinner at your house on Benedict Canyon.
Beautiful, dear Tim.
Thank you, Kate.
Lovely. We are the same age. Same generation. Mom and Dad are in their 90s and lived a similar life. Similar values. Thanks for the example.
Love all of this.
Condolences to you on the loss of such a vivid presence in your life. You've done her a great honor in writing this beautiful essay. And I do hope you enjoy the cicada hors d'ouevres!
What a lovely tribute to your mother and to love and time and loss of all kinds. Thank you.
This is just a wonderful piece of writing.
Reading this made me happy. I love cicadas. They are twice as big in Japan where I lived for a while and collected the shells, crusts, outer layers that got smushed in the move back to USA.
A beautiful, moving piece. Thank you.
A beautiful, well crafted piece. Love this.
Thanks, Dierdre.
Such a lovely tribute to your mom and all the women in your life. It’s so hard to ignore that carp below the surface, so better to acknowledge its colors and slow movement in the murk, maybe nod, and let it swim on by, never quite out of sight. And one more thing: Let me know how those cicadas taste.
Thanks. I may decide to table the cicadas till 2038. By then I'll be up for anything.
Beautiful - made my cry (which is no mean feat in an article that also highlights cicadas, for which I would normally need a trigger warning). Funny to learn that I am not alone in having found your mom glamorous (or as I put it, elegant). So sorry she's gone.
Thanks, Jim.