Revised with additions, edited – December, 2015
My poor mother. She had no idea what she was getting when I popped out.
Long after my stripping career was over, I had a conversation with mom on the telephone. I was in tears, coming clean – finally – declaring my life long struggle with drug addiction.
“Oh no no no dear, you’re not an addict, you just have an addictive personality”, she assured.
I was calling collect on a payphone from rehab.
We shared a laugh. Mine was directly at her denial (lovingly), and hers was nervous and self-assuring. It was at