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TREIF (LOOK IT UP)
Medium, Why Do People Who Follow Me Have To Hunt Down My Stories?
This ain’t Kosher, folks
Fleeting images of my parents swirl around my brain these days like fairy floss, probably because I’m getting older and confronting my own mortality. How cliche, yeah? That aside, I miss them. As difficult as our relationship was for a goodly part of my life, there are things I’d like to tell them, that I should have shared when they were alive. And also, I have questions. So many questions.
But, as my mother and father have been “gone” over eight years, I’ll have to settle for a portion of the puzzle that they were and still are to me, and let the missing pieces stay buried, with them.
My father had the soul of a writer and I’ve imagined what he would think about my writing these days, so far removed from that kid whose essays were always read aloud in English class.
As my work evolved and my byline appeared in The Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times, and other publications, my folks were thrilled and excited for me. And they were over the moon when my screenwriting took off and I had two short films produced.
As my mom and dad were consistently supportive of my literary efforts, I’d like to believe that they would be behind my work…
