Hello friends, visitors, curiosity seekers and those who stumbled here looking for Roseanne Barr’s website,
See the photo of the gorgeous young girl standing in front of the street sign for Carlingford Road?
That’s my daughter, Carrie, in London, on the very street I lived in when I was her very age.
She called me from London and said, ‘What was the name of the street you lived on?’ and an hour later I got an email with this photo.
It was like time travel.
It was like time travel when everything in between Then and Now gets repaired.
It was like a little miracle.
Me, lonely girl, living in London at age 20, trying to figure out who I was and what I could do with my life.
Carrie, much more worldly, much more settled in her skin, knowing who she is and what she wants, visiting the ghost of her mother’s young self, and giving her/me a little nudge in the right direction.
I love that. And I love that I didn’t expect it, and it showed up anyway.
I wrote about this in my memoir, ‘Composed’, and it still moves me very much. So much of who I became was formed in my six month sojourn in London, and Carrie went and just touched it with her inherent ‘sparkle and shine’ (as Steve Earle says), and now it is more real to me than ever.
I loved writing my memoir. Of course, it was endlessly frustrating and confusing and difficult, and yet, I loved it.
It’s fascinating to find which memories survive, which are tenacious and all-pervasive, and which fall away like dead leaves. I think I even retrieved some of the dead leaves.
I hope you enjoy it, or at least find that some of it resonates with your own life.
That’s what is foremost in my heart and my work schedule these days—“Composed” and all the attendant fuss and flutter, travel and conversation, reading, signing and singing.
I hope to cross paths with some of you.
Until then,
love from Mrs. L
