Spent last week at Writers in Paradise. The paper I submitted for review is, After Midnight. Essentially it’s the story of the last couple of months of my mother’s life right up until I took her off life support. That part of the story isn’t the most emotional for me, though I’ll tell you having to do that sticks with you forever. I have friends who’ve had to do that even as, like me, siblings made it that much harder. This piece is going to be a section in a book I am writing this year, Mama Killed a Cuban. I have tried for years to write it as an essay but couldn’t make it work. I needed more space. I still have client work, but it’s been dialed way down. I think of it as beer money. And still, I work for people I like and projects I believe in. It’s a choice. A good one.
