"Like A Worm You Poke With A Stick" – Lilith Magazine
Vivian Conan When the mommy who loved me was there, I didn’t know about the mommy who hated me. October 23, 2020 In third grade, I wrote a short story about a girl who lost her mother in a fire. When a policeman finally reunites them, the girl says, “We meet at last.” A lifetime later, after many ups and downs between us, my mother and I also met at last. I was in my sixties, she in her eighties, when she said, “It’s love at second sight.” This chapter from my memoir, Losing the Atmosphere: A Baffling Disorder, A Search for Help, and the Therapist Who Understood, shows how our c...