Along with all the downsides, I consider myself fortunate to have grown up with a self-absorbed mother. (My father was, too, but that's another story.) If you've ever seen a Tennessee Williams play, you'd recognize my mother right away. Whether it's Blanche DuBois, Maggie the Cat, or Amanda Wingfield, my mother was a mashup of them all. Like all these female characters, my mother was a product of her generation, a time when a woman had a fat chance of getting the life she wanted. But she …
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