![]() (Beat)Ī few years later my dad got remarried to a lovely woman. When we returned, we found her side of the closet empty. The IRA was nowhere near as scary as what had just happened to our lives. I guess he thought we could best recover from the trauma of her death by living in a war zone. The fact is that no item of clothing has ever moved me in any way – except one.Īfter my mom died, my father took his five motherless children to Belfast, Northern Ireland. We’d laugh about how great our lives turned out and make plans for the things we were still going to do.īut that’s all a dream, because my mother did not live. ![]() It would be at a café where we would have salad and like it. I would wear a lot of tasteful make-up too. Mom and I would shop together at the places that moms and daughters go – a department store, an outlet mall, the flea market. I would know what went with what, and everything I tried on would fit. In my fantasy world, had my mother lived, I would be extremely well-dressed. Then again, I blame pretty much everything on that, my weight, my addiction to television, my inability to spell. For many years I blamed this on my mom’s death. The truth is, I have no fashion sense – never did. LOVE, LOSS, AND WHAT I WOREĪ monologue from the play by Nora and Delia Ephron ![]()
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