He had written my mother once that he wanted her to be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing he ever saw. And that's how it turned out.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The thing is that my father's story helps to communicate what was at stake with my mother, and my mother and father had so much a partnership that his story is integral to her story, as her story is to his - really, her story can't be told without his story.
My mother had always taught me to write about my feelings instead of sharing really personal things with others, so I spent many evenings writing in my diary, eating everything in the kitchen and waiting for Mr. Wrong to call.
The son has always felt like he was a footnote in one of the stories the father tells. The father is an amazing storyteller and one of the tales that he tells is how he met his wife.
If my mother hadn't been trying to be a writer, I don't know if I would have thought of it myself.
My dad and mom divorced when I was around ten, and I didn't live with him after that, though he was close by and we saw each other weekly. I wasn't really aware that he was a writer; I didn't start reading his writing until I was about fifteen. It occurred to me then that my dad was kind of special; he's still one of my favorite writers.
A man never sees all that his mother has been to him until it's too late to let her know that he sees it.
To realize that your mother's love life has been far more interesting than one's own is a weird thing to discover.
I both admired my father and his writing, and I saw how much he valued it.
To my parents, writing seemed precarious and not the best idea.
When my mother left her second husband, she wrote her autobiography and presented it to him for his approval.