Summertime
In the midst of one party, Mom hears music coming from inside the house, goes in to see where it’s coming from, and there’s a complete stranger sitting there playing the piano in our living room.
MOVING DAYS
I’d been flying into closed windows, falling to the ground momentarily dazed, then picking myself up and taking flight again.
MY NAME IS BARBARA
…not Barbra a la Streisand. They’re pronounced pretty much the same in English, but in Spanish, my name is pronounced Bar-bar-a, with a slight roll of the ‘r’s.
A MYTH AND A SECRET
The myth: “Your brother was a genius.” I can still hear my mom’s voice. I guess they’d had his IQ tested somewhere along the line, and from then on he was a genius. Then inevitably and invariably came, “But he didn’t have the sense to come in out of the rain.”
AUNT BLANCHE-UNCLE ERNIE-AND CARLA
In my mind, Aunt-Blanche-Uncle-Ernie-and-Carla are almost one person, because I rarely think of one without the others.
BLUE ON BLUE
Once an art teacher had given our class a homework assignment to collect photos for a collage, including a baby picture. When I’d asked my mom for one, she’d told me my baby pictures had been lost in a flood; yet, here they are.
ALMOST FAMOUS
I grew up in Hollywood and just knew I’d end up famous. My mom was a top talent agent, my brothers co-starred in a TV series, and we regularly rubbed shoulders with celebrities.
DON'T PANIC
I was afraid I might be dying, or have brain damage from the recreational drugs I’d taken, or that maybe I was going crazy. Because people do go crazy, right?
LAUREL CANYON
Since David went behind bars, I’ve been couch surfing, Erin and Bosco in tow. I put most of my furniture and stuff in a small storage unit and spread the word that I’m available for house sitting, pet sitting, plant sitting, sitting of any kind.
IT'S COMPLICATED
Her eyes pop open, her face lights up, and she looks at me like I’m the last person on earth. She is overjoyed to see me.
WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
I have the distinct impression of brightening light, as if the sun has just moved out from behind a cloud.
WHO'S YOUR DADDY NOW?
I guess I’m looking for signs that he’s my father, but he just looks like, seems like, acts like an ordinary man to me, any man.