Category Archives: family

PIECES OF MY FATHER

TweetOn this day in 2004, my father died. Each year, the day is, for me, one of reflection and reverence. A journey back through memories. My father had a scar on his thumb, a dent really, from a childhood accident.

MY FATHER, RONALD REAGAN

TweetThis is one of the stories that I used to ask my father to tell again and again: He was a young actor, filming a movie in England. He always began the story with a funny anecdote about trying to

THINGS I WISH I COULD ASK MY FATHER

TweetTo my father on Father’s Day: I wish I’d asked you more about the young nearsighted boy you once were, who took refuge in books, who learned to read  at a startlingly young age. Who spent hours on the river,

excerpt from THE LONG GOODBYE

TweetTwelve years ago, on June 5, my father died. This is an excerpt from my book The Long Goodbye which was published in 2004. The book chronicled the journey of losing him to Alzheimer’s, and this passage is about the

WHAT IS HOME?

TweetWe’ve been packing up my mother’s house. The walls are bare now, the shelves empty. That house was never my home — my parents bought it after my father’s two terms as president were over — but it was their

AN OPEN LETTER TO WILL FERRELL

TweetDear Mr. Ferrell, I saw the news bulletin — as did everyone — that you intend to portray my father in the throes of Alzheimer’s for a comedy that you are also producing. Perhaps you have managed to retain some

ONCE UPON A TIME

TweetOnce upon a time I walked up the driveway in this photograph to a house that could barely be seen from the road. Depending on how tall the shrubs were, you might be able to glimpse the deck. The roofline

LIVING AND DYING IN THE PUBLIC EYE

TweetSince my mother died, many of the people who come up to me expressing their condolences add, “It must be so hard to go through this in the public eye.” When I answer that I’m used to it, or I

THE DAYS AFTER

TweetMy next novel, which I began writing last year, opens with this line: ‘On the first day of autumn rain my mother died.’ The line came to me on one of California’s rare stormy days and, because my mother was

MY MOTHER

TweetI got the call around 8:30 this morning, March 6, that my mother had died peacefully in her sleep. It was how she wanted to go. Fifteen minutes later I was in my car driving to her house and people

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