“Suddenly life was good, even glamorous. We were poor but didn’t know it, or maybe we did know, but we didn’t care, because my mother had stopped disappearing into her bedroom. Our apartment building was surrounded by empty lots, which… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“Doing a geographic” is a term alcoholics often use for acting on the impulse to start over by moving to a new town, or… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“My mother has always loved piano music and hungered to play. When she was in her early sixties, she retired from her job as… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“Suddenly life was good, even glamorous. We were poor but didn’t know it, or maybe we did know, but we didn’t care, because my… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“Stately and commanding, the house I found on Sacramento Street, in Lower Pacific Heights, was an architectural jewel; tour buses drove down the street… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“But today I'm indifferent. And with this comes a glimmer of understanding: I can pick and choose what I absorb and what I deflect.… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“When I was five and Sarah seven, my mother went on a trip. She was gone from our home in Rochester, New York, for… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“I usually enjoy setting up a new kitchen, but this has become a joyless and highly charged task. My mother and I each have… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“That night, I take Wallerstein's book from my bedside table and re-read something she mentioned only in passing: the ambivalence that many adult children… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“It’s one thing when you plug into a socket in the wall and electrons flow,” said Bob Kahn. “It’s another thing when you have… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
“For years, whenever I told people about my childhood but assured them that my mother and I were now close, that I held no… — Katie Hafner Copy Share Image
