I never said that. You’re making that up. Stop making things up. Stop making things up about me.
in praise
Stop making that up: No one hates you. Everyone is jealous. Everyone falls in love with you. My gorgeous girl. Lots of men will fall in love with you. You’re my sweet girl. The men who don’t love you are gay.
about sustaining the body
Suck in your stomach. Let me see you do it. Pretty good. Me, I can’t eat food from a box. No airplane food. I’ll throw up. No red meat. They served a ham and I thought I would die. I’m addicted to that Biggest Loser low-sodium popcorn. I’m still full from last night. I always get on the scale. Every morning. No matter what, I face it.
about eating disorders
I’ve never had an eating disorder. Eating disorders are for insecure girls. You’re picky like me. You’re just like me. You look like a skeleton. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I did this to you. Here we go again blaming Mom.
about religion
I don’t take things so seriously. The Torah is a beautiful fairytale. A nice story. It just makes me feel good. That’s all. You will marry Jewish. You will make a Jewish home with no pork. Pork is disgusting. So fatty. Dad and I had lobster rolls every day in Maine. Delicious. Fresh out of the water.
about motherhood
It must be nice not to be a Jewish mother. Must be very relaxing.
on politics
I am a one-issue voter. I started a petition to get rid of the rabbi who won’t defend Israel from the pulpit.
about her daughter
Diana’s boyfriend is learning Hebrew. He takes Hebrew classes in Wyoming. It’s not like they’ll be there forever. Diana likes a city. She’s very social. He’s going to convert. He’s practically Jewish. This one knows how to say l’chaim like a Jew.
when confronted
I did not say he was taking Hebrew classes. Stop always making things up about me.
about her daughter’s writing
Stop writing. Do your homework. You don’t go to poetry school. Your writing is so cute. My book club will love it. What is this essay? This essay is very disturbing. It sounds like you don’t love Israel. Writing is a hobby. Mine is tennis.
when she reveals the tricks of the trade
Just lie. If someone knows you’re lying…they won’t know you’re lying. You’re a good liar. But if they know, if they say that they know, say, “I’m not lying. You just have a liar’s mind.” Be confident. You have no reason not to be confident. You have no reason to be upset. I am your mother. I will always clean up your messes.
about sex and love and rock and roll
Get over him. He’s not even Jewish, this one. Why are you crying over him? He’s not Jewish. Oh, will you stop it! He’s not even Jewish. I love Celine Dion. I love Barbara Streisand. I love the symphony. We have an amazing new conductor here. Wonderful, this conductor. You’ve had so many models of healthy love. Sex is not love. Sex is not recreation. Not like tennis.
about the mother-daughter bond
You’re mine. You don’t know. Until you’re a mother, you won’t know. I need to know my kids are okay. Nothing makes you feel like shit like talking to your kid on the phone. You need to let go. People need to move on. I said people; I didn’t say you. Stop it. I said people. For example, if an adult is still angry with her father, let’s say. Let’s say that’s the situation. She needs to grow up. She needs to let that go already.
about death
You’ll have to clean out this cupboard one day. Can you imagine? How will you do it? Thousands and thousands of pictures. Can you see why I thought they were rejects? But look how much we’re laughing now. You never know what you’ll be glad you kept. Your eyes are closed. Look. Your eyes were closed. You were precious. I’m so glad I kept these. Aren’t you? I love them so much. I love those closed eyes.
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Diana Spechler is the author of the novels Who by Fire and Skinny. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, Paris Review, GQ, Glimmer Train Stories, PANK, The Southern Review, Esquire, and elsewhere. She was a Steinbeck Fellow at San Jose State University, a LABA Fellow at the 14th Street Y, and a Sozopol Fiction Seminars Fellow. She is also the recipient of residencies from Portsmouth Abbey School, the Anderson Center, and the Writer’s Room at the Betsy Hotel. She teaches writing in New York City and for Stanford University’s Online Writer’s Studio. Learn more at www.dianaspechler.com.
27 comments
Kathy Boles-Turner says:
May 9, 2014
This form you’ve chosen is simultaneously ragged, informal, poetic, and precise. I am grateful for the opportunity to read this 🙂
Moshe says:
May 9, 2014
Beautifully written.
Shelly Oria says:
May 9, 2014
This is the best thing I’ve read in a long time. Brilliant.
Rebecca says:
May 9, 2014
Wow. Powwerful and true. Any daughter of a Jewish mother will relate.
kate angus says:
May 9, 2014
I love this essay so much. It’s heartbreaking and gorgeous and brilliant and brave. Beautiful.
Jillian Sanders says:
May 9, 2014
Oh, this is so, so good! Beautiful and true and I am forwarding this to a ton of friends who I know will love this as much as I did.
Sarah says:
May 9, 2014
Stunning, and relatable–no matter who brought us up.
Ophira Eisenberg says:
May 9, 2014
I love how these small snippets are both funny at cut to the core. Fantastic.
Joe G says:
May 9, 2014
Very well done, as always!
Neil D says:
May 9, 2014
Hated it. Oh wait, I mean I loved it. Beautifully written, and I heard bits of my mother in the dialogue. I laughed, I cried.
Suzie says:
May 9, 2014
I could read this over and over and over. The voice is addictive, and so poignant. Love love love.
Greg Williams says:
May 10, 2014
A brilliant piece that conveys so much about the “she,” and the listener who chose to keep these morsels in her head, a cupboard that can never be cleaned out.
Sarah Bruni says:
May 10, 2014
Oh so lovely! Congrats on such a beautiful piece!
Ryder Ziebarth says:
May 10, 2014
FUNNY! I heard my non-jewish mother, and myself, in every line you wrote. Thanks you–just on time for Mother’s Day. Even though I don’t get any presents, or go out to dinner. I wouldn’t want to bother anyone. They are all so busy. Far me it from me that I ask them to take time out from their important lives to come home for one hour. I am just not that selfish.
Sara Barron says:
May 12, 2014
How rare and wonderful to read something so funny and so poignant. It’s been ages since I’ve read something I genuinely wanted to be longer, but this: THIS! I wanted it to be three times as long! Effortless, insightful, and as engaging as anything I’ve ever read online.
Eli says:
May 12, 2014
Happy Mother’s Day! Great stuff; searing and painful in a laugh-uncomfortably way. “Stop making things up about me.” <– Please don't stop.
Christine Swint says:
May 17, 2014
I love the line “It must be nice not to be a Jewish mother. Must be very relaxing.” I’m not a Jewish mother, but I’m a mother, and I totally relate to this kind of relationship with children that extends into adulthood. I would love to be a relaxed mother. I’m still trying to “let that go already.” Very lively and honest essay. And loving.
Angel C says:
Jun 9, 2014
Oh i really loved this poem. I got chills reading it.
Karen says:
Sep 8, 2014
what would you call this form of writing?
Dinty says:
Sep 8, 2014
Essay, in experimental form.
Olivia Cortese says:
Sep 11, 2014
This is brilliant!!!!
Noah says:
Sep 16, 2014
wow, really makes you think doesn’t it?
Barbara Rosalie says:
Sep 17, 2014
I loved this portrait.
Elizabeth Gaucher says:
Feb 25, 2015
“I love those closed eyes.” Perfect last line. I am still in a wave of cold chills.
Jayne says:
Feb 25, 2015
Oh man, perfect! Right to bone beautiful. This makes me want to open a word doc right now.
Aileen Hunt says:
Feb 25, 2015
Oh this is lovely. Beautifully crafted. Perfect.
Collis says:
Feb 24, 2021
Got to love the freedom of crafting this piece that way. Well done!