Happy Mother’s Day! Thank you for making Laurie a part of my life! I LOVED the “Marie Show” interview and your Huffington Post essay. Laurie was right: seeing the two of you together brings me such joy. So thankful we can share life with this AMAZING girl and each other. P.S. Thank you for the Mother’s Day card…you BLESS me!
This time last year, I still paused before saying the phrase “my daughter.”
The words felt foreign.
In need of qualifiers.
But after three thousand texts, calls & Skype sessions with 19-year-old Laurie, the words dance off my tongue daily—and without pause.
They also danced off my fingertips as I wrote this short essay—my first for Huffington Post.
Laurie Rae and I make our debut on the TV machine with Marie Osmond today!
When: May 9, 9am PST/12noon EST/1pm CST
Where: Hallmark Channel
How: Um, miracles?
Last night’s spontaneous dinner with my best gays didn’t come with a warning label.
Their words were have you had dinner? Come over: we made lots.
Their words were not we’ll be serving it with a side of paramedic stories and heart-attack scares.
In their dining room, a glass of wine is placed in my hand and their story begins like most of them do: evening at the theater the previous night followed by a late dinner delivered to their apartment.
Except 10 minutes into that meal, Gayson’s boyfriend started experiencing chest pains.
He barely made it to the bathroom in time.
So I was on the tile floor—vomiting—and I thought of you, Tré. And Alberto. And Gayson.
I kicked open the bathroom door and told Gayson to dial 911.
Thank God. Then what?
The paramedics were here in two minutes.
They storm in with a gurney and a hundred machines. Laid me on the bed to take my blood pressure, which was sky-high.
They tell me to take off my shirt for an EKG. When I warn them that I’m a hairy guy, one of the EMTs launches into that showtune from ‘Hair’—
You know the one, Gayson says. ‘She asks me why/ I’m just a hairy guy.”
Welcome to Chelsea, right? Rob laughs. After all that fussing and singing, I passed the EKG. Turns out, it was just a severe case of acid reflux.
Like Alberto thought he had, I say, haltingly. All the antacid wrappers on the counter that morning.
I know! And that’s why I didn’t think twice. I know what you’ve been through—and I don’t want Gayson to—
He stops because there’s no need to finish the sentence.
He stops because I’m now sitting on his lap crushing him with the kind of hug you give people you love who are still alive.
I read ‘Splitting the Difference’ in two days and want to say THANK YOU. I know this will sound odd but after I finished the last page of your book, I went to check my emails and the very first message I opened said ‘I’ll be there.’ It was from an intern that I was interviewing, but still, it gave me chills. Then the very next day, I went to a local watering hole, opened the menu and staring me in the face was a Cubano. A Cubano at a local beer bar. I had to order it. Then, a few days later I was on the phone with a very nice man who was helping me resolve computer issues and at the end of the conversation, I asked for his name and, naturally, it was Alberto. I am probably just reading into all of this but..it was so beautiful that I had to share with you!
Last year, my first Mother’s Day involved presents and a giddy phone call from Laurie, my 18-year-old biological daughter.
Flying to L.A. to pre-tape a Mother’s Day segment for “The Marie Show.”
On the Hallmark Channel.
Airing Thurs., May 9.
This upcoming week—48 hours with Laurie, my parents in the studio audience, national TV coverage—seems like a dream-wrapped-in-a-giant-just-kidding.
Except I’m actually holding the boarding pass and my flight leaves this afternoon.