Category Archives: family

PIECES OF MY FATHER

On 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

This 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

To 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

Twelve 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?

We’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

Dear 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

Once 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

THE STREET WHERE I LIVED

I wrote this a few months after my father died. It was published in Life magazine on November 19, 2004. In trying to organize years of my magazine and newspaper pieces, I came across it and decided to re-print it.

STEALING REAGAN

This morning, I took a walk in my old neighborhood, where the house I grew up in has been leveled and a new house is being built. I  hadn’t been there for a while, so I was surprised at how

WHEN A FRIEND DIES

My friend died early this morning, long after midnight and long before dawn. She waged a fierce battle against the cancer that ultimately won. She had been in the hospital for 3 weeks and the night before she died she