Bob Month

My mother's scrapbook

As I was going through random boxes, gathering books to donate to a library, I got waylaid by the sight of one of my mother’s scrapbooks. She followed the trail of my accomplishments, great or small, diligently cutting and pasting early reviews of performances, poetry readings, and off-off Broadway roles. The playbill shown was for Identity, where I pla…

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