You Know How They Say

In The Fifties, My Parents Were Known As 'america's Sweethearts'. Their Pictures Graced The Covers Of All The Newspapers. They Were The Brad Pitt And Jennifer Aniston Of Their Day.

I Rarely Think About My Childhood. It's A Slippery Thing I Can't Keep Hold Of For Long - It Slithers Out Of My Grasp. And A Lot Of The Time I Remember What Was Missing Instead Of What Was There. I Am A Chronicler Of Absence.

My Mother Certainly Loves Caviar, But I Think That's Generational - They Grew Up Thinking It's Romantic Or Sophisticated Or Something.

My Mother's Career Was Over At 40 But She Was Still Trying To Be Everyone's Buddy, Always Smiling For The Cameras.

From Here On Out, There's Just Reality. I Think That's What Maturity Is: A Stoic Response To Endless Reality. But Then, What Do I Know?