Driving My Mom to Rehab
‘Although I probably wasn’t fully aware at the time, I was embedded into my mother’s recovery as much as she was’
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6 min readJan 21, 2020
Growing up, my relationship with my mother was not a seamless one-shot take, but a montage of different clips. Certain scenes were in Memphis, Tennessee, jumping from house to house for reasons I was unaware of at the time. Small…
