When I was in my mid-twenties, a friend's mother died. I'd always liked her, she'd been very kind to me. At her wake, my friend came over to me, blithely pointed at the casket and said "This is the best thing she's ever done." I was shocked, but I instantly realized no one ever knows the inner workings of someone else's family. Steven G. Martin's "O.B.O." brought me back to that afternoon over 30 years ago with it's shocking precision, heartbreak, and brilliant understanding that the death of a parent isn't always unwelcome, and may be freeing. Bravo, Steven!
When I was in my mid-twenties, a friend's mother died. I'd always liked her, she'd been very kind to me. At her wake, my friend came over to me, blithely pointed at the casket and said "This is the best thing she's ever done." I was shocked, but I instantly realized no one ever knows the inner workings of someone else's family. Steven G. Martin's "O.B.O." brought me back to that afternoon over 30 years ago with it's shocking precision, heartbreak, and brilliant understanding that the death of a parent isn't always unwelcome, and may be freeing. Bravo, Steven!