Unchained Melody – A Birthday Song for the Woman Who Tried
Today, I sang a song I almost never touch—Unchained Melody. It’s one of those vocally demanding pieces that pushes me to the edge of my range and breath. But I did it today, for a very specific reason: It’s my mother’s birthday. Image: Three people sit at a white table in a bright room. The wall behind them reads “Do what you love, Love what you do.” They appear relaxed, smiling, and casually dressed. [ ] Now, let’s get real. My mom was not a good mother. Not by a long shot. She isn’t today, either. Most of it wasn’t intentional—she just didn’t know how to be one. Her life was jet-setting, handling my father’s financial affairs, being his mistress, his secretary, his business partner, his eye candy. There was no time—or maybe no desire—for motherhood. Image: at the nightclub opening, soon after I was born. Three people sitting at a restaurant table with blue velvet chairs, enjoying tea and snacks, with large windows and city view. mom on the left, father in the middle, ...