The Night My Mother Died

And the 10 years I punished myself with booze and sex

Abandoned building on Angel Island in SF Bay. Photo by author.

This is a piece I wrote many years ago, part of two non-fiction books that currently reside in the back of a drawer. Like me, they are works in progress.

It is already dark when I go to the hospital for the last time. I’m wearing a new party dress, hurrying to pay a duty call before leaving with a group of…