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Family, Duty, Honor. But This Isn’t Game of Thrones.

“Monopoly, anyone?” It was always the game we played up at the lake, when everyone was around. A few times we tried Risk; group Solitaire was always a family favorite. But it was always Monopoly that got everyone going.

Every year we would go up to our cabin on a lake in the Adirondacks and play this game of Monopoly. Before we kids grew up, no one really knew anything about fiscal conservatisms or capitalism. The cousins and I would just kind of bought up properties and sold them at a whim while playing this game of Monopoly. Tempers flew when someone lost but couldn’t figure out that having all four train stations paled in comparison to having a monopoly on the all three red spaces.

Now, however, the strategy was plotted before the game even started. Secret trade deals were made that would make Mr. Moneybags roll over in his grave. It’s the better knowledge of how to play the game and cheat your family members out of their money that makes the game that much more fun and infuriating.

But Monopoly is not the only reason we go to the lake, nor the lake the only place we go. My family likes to uphold an annual schedule of things, so every August my grandmother comes up from Maryland and my surrounding aunts, uncles and cousins all congregate under my roof in Massachusetts. While we are all together we go on the annual trip to Powder Point in Duxbury, make the annual trek to the beach, have the annual ice cream cone at Farfar’s, and feast the annual feast at Red Lobster in Plymouth.

This past summer, however, we had an addition to the crew: my brother’s girlfriend, Claire. Claire is by no means a new addition; she was there at our last Monopoly game, she went down with my brother to visit my grandmother just this month, and she was there the day we spread my grandfather’s ashes up at the lake.
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This was her first experience of the annuals, and she was starting to fit in, until the last night everyone was here, when everything got a bit out of hand.

It should be noted that my grandmother is a news junky, or rather a politics junky. Now, without diving too deeply into politics (this isn’t Game of Thrones or one of those articles), politics are all she talks about. It can be a bit overbearing, and, along with most of my family, she is on the exact opposite side of the spectrum from Claire.

A conversation started during hors d’oeuvres. A comment was made about how the media had focused in on an Olympian woman who had won a fencing match while wearing a hijab. While my uncles and mother claimed that the feat itself, a Muslim woman winning the gold metal, was the real accomplishment, Claire argued that the symbol of the hijab was just as important. Words of oppressive religious practices were thrown around and the conversation got a little heated. Claire got backed into a wall, being the only one who had her own separate view.

Seeing my brother’s girlfriend sit there and squirm under the pressure to support her views made me cringe. It was like Monopoly up at the lake, but this wasn’t a game and we weren’t dealing with paper money. I spoke up in her defense.

I said that while writing, an author or journalist often times wants something to pull from, a symbol that ties it together and makes the point clearer. Metaphor is one of the greatest tools of the human language and allows for easier flow of understanding. The use of the hijab was a metaphorical crutch for the article’s message.

My family just went on arguing, but Claire shot me a thankful look.

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Later, after my aunts and uncles had gone back to their respective homes and we had seen my grandma off back to Maryland, my mom expressed a concern to me. She said, “I don’t like being at odds with my family.” She went on to describe the scene after the confrontation, when everyone had left the room and only her and my brother remained. My brother had approached my mom about her views and how much they differed from his own, a shock to her.

“Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, mom.”

“Yes, but I’m afraid that your brother feels challenged by us. I did not mean for that to come up with Claire. I was relieved when Uncle Mark changed the topic to sports. I just don’t want you two to feel distant from all of us because we have differing political views.”

“Mother, you wound me. You know how much we love our family.”

To prove our loyalty, a month later my brother and I went and got matching tattoos: a combination of our family crest and the shield of the Blue Angels, the group in which my grandfather had flown in during Korea.


Chris Largent is currently employed as a Content Marketing Specialist for HMI Performance Incentives, Chris writes copy for various clients in the form of email and print marketing. While employed as an intern at Hudson Valley Public Relations, Chris helped to write blog articles about an assortment of relevant ideas in the Public Relation, Marketing and Advertisement industries. These blogs are all about stimulate business health and growth. In his time at Hudson Valley Public Realtions, Chris wrote an assortment of content for the firm’s clients, ranging from law to finance. He also worked on projects within HVPR to help promote events and articles through social media outlets such as Facebook and Twitter. In his free time, Chris likes to write, read and hike.

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Children Should Be Seen, Not Heard

AlexandriaCMother was religious. As a child she, herself, would be sent every Sunday along with her younger brother and elder sister to church. Unfortunately, over time we moved around too much, so dedicating our Sunday to a congregation, in addition to God, was a bit much. My faith was as strong as the voices of the choir.

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In reference to me, it left a young girl with only her mother to look to, although the world seemed to rely on her as well. I became selfish, wanting her attention and her conversation as I had seen on Disney channel shows or more directly, the Cosby Show. This was what I wanted more than anything.

During my teenage years I frequently I voiced my opinions, although they were blocked out as if I were still a toddler mumbling fragments of words. I obtained responses on the lines of, “Get out of my face, I don’t have to be your friend–I’m your mother.”

The constant drilling of this concept influenced my very disruptive rebellion. If it was not punishment enough that I had no family outside of my mother and the families of her childhood friends, I somehow felt that I couldn’t fully claim her either. You can say I followed my mother’s lead and adopted my own external family through friends, teachers, and mentors.

She didn’t like that either.

Realizing that I had finally released my grasp of normality, she clinched her role of seennotheard-2authority. In finding my own views of the world I was no longer obedient to the commands my mother barked at me. I questioned her, asking for explanations, but would only receive a “because I said so.” This was the root of my frustration. Is it better to discipline without acknowledging the reason?

I absolutely did not think it was fair, but somehow I had forgotten where that had developed. I had forgotten that we did not have the same opportunities to challenge and question the world that surrounded us. I had forgotten she had grown up in a worse environment than the one I was unsatisfied with. It was from the tradition of “children should be seen not heard,” that I was rooted.

It took me a while to understand the relationships that my mom nurtured and the truth behind her cloak. Throughout the duration of my adolescence, I wanted her to be someone else, but she was damaged the entire time. She hid behind fear and disciplined hard because I was her constant variable. Her universe was unbalanced and shaken up easily, but I would always be her child.

I learned to love my mother’s imperfections and admire her strength. Although her words were harsh, I now understand the “method to her madness.” She would always say, “Sometimes, there is insight behind an insult.”

I am forever wise.

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What I Discovered Reading My Childhood Diaries As An Adult

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The anticipation was great. It had been nearly three years filled with concern and fear. I decided to take a trip down memory lane. It was all going fine. Not too many bumps in the road. Little bumps that I was able to go over with ease. As I began to go further back, I knew in order to be true in my sharing of the past, I needed to find my childhood diaries. That is where I escaped to, writing and drawing in books which I worked so hard to hide — however, not always successfully. More than once, I discovered my diary lying on my bed when I returned from school. I began to question whether I left it there and then soon realized it was not me who placed it there.

I searched for my childhood secrets. Went into my closets, pulling out cartons in hopes of finding them. But each carton I pulled out was filled with other things, from old framed pictures to plaques and awards to pages of storyboards 35 years old when I use to design multimedia shows. Those were the days way before we used computers and artists and designers worked on drawing boards using T-squares, triangles, X-Acto knives, rapidographs, magic markers and charcoal. I remember having accidents with the X-Acto knife and accidentally cutting myself–I still have the scars — and getting charcoal on my hands and clothing. A storyboard then, was a one of kind, an original that if lost would be gone forever, just like my diaries. They were hand written and never duplicated. They were not digital files that were backed up by Time Machine on an external hard drive or put up in the cloud. They existed in one place, the original place they were created.

I continued my search without much luck. I even took out my 12-foot ladder, a necessity when your home has 12-foot ceilings. I opened the highest closets and managed to take down heavy taped and sealed cartons without losing my balance. With my trusty single edge razor left over from the days I did graphics, I opened up the boxes. Still no diaries found. Where could they be? Perhaps when my parents moved to Florida they were thrown away. I did not think so but my memory is probably my weakest link. If someone tells me I did something which I have no recollection of, I invariably believe them. I always think how wonderful it would be to have someone follow me around recording my life so it would not be lost.

It was getting late and I was ready to give up. As I climbed up the ladder again to return one of the cartons, I noticed a box in the back. I reached in and managed to get it, almost dropping it as I carried it down and set it on my table. In black marker, it said on the back “Diaries”. I slit the tape and opened the box. There, inside were all my diaries stacked one on top of the other. I sat down and began reading every page of every diary. I found myself transitioning back to my childhood. My head started to hurt me and I felt my eyes welling up. Soon, I could not stop the tears from falling. I had gone back to a time that I wished had never happened, a time I was happy was in my long ago past. I felt brittle and sad and angry. I knew then that I had found what I needed to share with the world in order for them to experience what I had experienced.

These private diaries–never meant to be seen by anyone, not in my lifetime–were now going to be exposed to the public. The only decision that would have to be made was which entries would I share and where would they appear in the film. I had come so far and there was no turning around now.

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Mom Hits the Bar

I headed down to Florida for a recent holiday and decided to extend my stay so mom and I could spend more time together.

When mom and I are together we slip into our routine banter. Sometimes it does get loud between us and not all the words shared fall into the touchy, feely category. Let’s just say, we don’t keep anything in. When they made mom they completely forgot to put in a censor, but they did put in a quick-wit which was apparently programmed to be unleashed later in her life. As the journalist from Psychology Today said, mom is a “geriatric shock jock.” I could not have said it better. Mom is a party girl, always has been. I remember in my childhood my parents coming home from an affair, mom tipsy and spending quite a bit of time in the bathroom barfing and whatever else you do when you are drunk and sick to your stomach. It wasn’t uncommon for mom to climb on a table at a wedding and start dancing. Dad always said he married a wild woman. Unfortunately, as I recall dad was not amused by my mom’s behavior at these public events. He was pretty pissed off and always wanted to leave. Mom was in no rush.

Standing on a table and dancing with a little booze in her system continues until today. When mom turned 90 we made a party for her in a respectable restaurant on Long Island. Wearing a bright pink boa, mom managed to find her way to the bar and climbed up. She stood on the bar dancing and waving her boa in one hand and her drink in the other. If you don’t believe me, we have video to prove it.

Since dad died eight years ago, mom lives alone in her gated community in Boca Raton. Her social life puts mine to shame. She is up at seven and at the athletic center, where she does thirty minutes on the stationary bicycle, and one hour of schmoozing and swapping stock tips. Then it’s home to do some puts and options. I have no idea what that is other than I often hear her say, “I just made a thousand dollars.” And sometimes, she does some travel work like booking her cronies or family members on a cruise. Mom owned a travel agency in New York for many years. Then it’s time for lunch with the girls at the clubhouse. After lunch she goes to work. What is work? Work can be mahjong, canasta, bridge or pam. That lasts until Happy Hour at the club where she is known to enjoy her drinks and friends. Mom brags what a good driver she is even when she has had a few drinks. It’s all smiles and laughs. Needless to say, I am not particularly amused by this behavior, seeing the potential consequences of it. Sometimes the night ends after happy hour at the Club House where they offer lots of delicious free hot food. Other times she heads to a restaurant for dinner with friends.

Mom has taught me how to go out to a restaurant and meet people. The key is to have your dinner at the bar, and it’s preferable to get there early so you can sit in the middle — a good position to be in in order to meet people. During my recent visit mom and I decided to head out for dinner. She had coupons in hand and couple of options. It was either Bonefish for $5 Monday night martinis or Duffy’s, a sports bar where all entries were $12.95 on Monday. I opted for the second. You can see I am not a heavy weight drinker. There were two seats but separated by an older distinguished looking man. I asked him if he minded moving. A quick response, “No,” then followed by ” I am only kidding.” He moved. Mom made sure she took the seat right next to the gentleman.

What proceeded to happen I never thought I’d see in my life.

Mom in Action
Mom in Action

My mom and dad had a way of pushing each other buttons. I can’t say I recall seeing mom being tender to dad much, if at all. Mom in her ninth decade (hard to believe, she does not look it or behave so… yes, I keep hearing I have good genes. I am so grateful!) filled with chutzpah and charm starts engaging the man. As she was speaking to him she was putting her hand on his, leaning her bare forearm on his bare forearm — talk about body language. He was smitten by her. She revealed how she usually spent Monday nights at Bonefish and since she has lost most of her friends she often goes alone. He informed her in a very flirtatious way that she risked being picked up going alone. Let’s just say I am sure they will be meeting next week at Bonefish.

When mom went to the bathroom, I had alone time with him and got the scoop. He was curious to learn what I did and I shared about our film. Mom was gone for quite a while and he missed her. “What happened to you?” he asked. I did manage to get his info (need to be sure mom is safe). Mom must be 10 years older. He fought in Korea, not WWII. I always said she needed a younger man. When we came home, I told her I was excited for her. She said that most of the men she goes out with “can’t get it up.” That was a shock to me (not that they can’t get it up) but that she was dating. When I asked her again, she denied she was dating. All I can say is, I was there at the beginning and she will have a hard time hiding this. I’ve got his number. Will keep you posted.

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The Importance of All Relationships

Relationships, one of the many things that’s highlighted in Look At Us Now, Mother.  As we all know, relationships play a major role in our lives.  I read blogs, articles, books, and seen movies about all different kinds of relationships that humans have.  There’s the relationship you have with your friends, families, pets, significant others, bosses, co-workers, etc.  You name it, you have a relationship with it.  What I want to know is why each relationship we have with someone or somebody is significant or important?  (Mind you, as you read this , this is all based on what I’ve seen, read, and experienced from personal events of life).

To answer my own question, I started looking at the various types of relationships I have, and picked three to highlight.  I’ll start with Friends, because that’s always a good place to start.  Friends are nowhere near as annoying as your family members.  They help enhance your social life, by going to dinner with you in a new environment, or even introducing you to new people.  If you don’t want to talk about something with a family member, you most likely turn to your best friend, or closest friends.  Friends have been by your side for either a short period of time, or since you were both in diapers practically.  This type of relationship is important because you can classify some family, significant others, and even co-workers into this category.  You can have a lot of friends, whether it’s an acquaintance, close friend, best friend…the term “friend” is broad.  A friend will most likely always be there for you when you want to get away from everything, that’s what I’ve learned.

Significant others.  Either a lovely subject that makes your heart smile, or a hateful subject that fuels the fire for your hatred towards the person.  Whatever it may be, this relationship normally plays an important role in how you feel and what your mood is on a daily basis.  You wake up and fall asleep next to them, and if not, you always hear from them first thing in the morning and last thing at night.  To be corny, they “mean the world to you,” you “love and care about them so much,” and you “have never been made happier by anyone else.”  Your heart melts when you think of this person, and you would do just about anything for them.  So why is this relationship significant?  In my opinion, you want to share the most precious moments with who you claim to be your “other half.”  You will experience the most beautiful things in life with this person, and cherish them forever.  However, if things fail or succeed with this person, you grow and learn from the experience.  Trust me on this one.  This person will become part of who you are and who you become, and that’s one reason why this type of relationship is important.

Family.  You have your mom, dad, sisters or brothers, aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents…the list goes on.  These people are with you in your life the day you’re born, and nothing will change that.  Even if you’re adopted, that new family and extended family will always be in your life, and that’s one reason why this type of relationship is the most important of them all.  The love you have for one another will be unconditional.  Yes, you will have tough times and hate them for brief periods of time, but that’s life.  We also may have a great relationship with one parent and not the other.  Your bond with these people is unbreakable.  Here’s an example of a family relationship that was nowhere near great, but with hard work, it became powerful:

Look At Us Now, Mother! takes a look at Gayle’s very unique relationship with her mother.  Although their relationship wasn’t great when Gayle was growing up, she and her mother are now best friends because family is inseparable.  Gayle’s mother was not kind to Gayle while she was growing up, and once convinced her to get a nose job.  Now they’re best friends and are mending their once broken relationship.  There’s no way to describe it, but families work in weird, but wonderful ways.

The moral and message of this blog is to emphasize how important each relationship in your life is, and how important it is that you cherish each relationship you have.  You will never realize what you have until it’s gone, so cherish it like you would an unhatched bird egg.  Family, friends, significant others, co-workers, bosses, the list can go on and on, but these relationships will play a key role in how you live your life.  As humans, we thrive on relationships with people to learn, interact, and not go certifiably insane.  So here’s my advice: don’t isolate yourself from anyone.  Build up your existing relationships, and even start some new ones.  Get out there, be a social butterfly, and enjoy your life with the people that matter most to you.

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Mother’s Day Offer

beautiful-tulips-beauty-flowers-pink-tulips-nature-free 2There is truly a great offer going on for this upcoming Mother’s Day, Sunday, May 12th! Honor your mother with these special gifts from Kirschenbaum Productions. All you have to do is give a donation. Look At Us Now, Mother! is Emmy Award winning Gayle Kirschenbaum’s upcoming documentary about the fully-charged relationship between her and her mother over the years; a story of how they went from abuse to friendship. HBO writes about Gayle, “You have a great style and are an infectious on-camera presence, and your mother is a force.”

They will accept requests until Mother’s Day, May 12th at midnight or until they run out of spots; whichever happens first.

Thank You, Mom

$150 (20 spots available)

  • They will tweet about your mom.
  • You will receive a signed thank-you card from Gayle and her mother to your mother.

To My Beloved Mother

$500 (20 spots available)

  • They will put your mother’s name in the screen credit.
  • Your mother’s name will be featured on:
  •              -the Look At Us Now, Mother!‘s webpage
  •              -their special Happy Mother’s Day newsletter
  •              -broadcasted out in their social media
  • Signed DVD, free link to movie, and movie poster
  • They will tweet about your mom.
  • You will receive a signed thank-you card from Gayle and her mother to your mother.

To My Dearest Mother

$1000 (10 spots available)

  • They will put your mother’s photograph and name in the screen credit.
  • Your mother’s name and picture will be featured on:
  •           -the Look At Us Now, Mother!‘s webpage
  •           -their special Happy Mother’s Day newsletter
  •           -broadcasted out in their social media
  • 2 VIP tickets to a screening party
  • Signed DVD, free link to movie, and movie poster
  • They will tweet about your mom.
  • You will receive a signed thank-you card from Gayle and her mother to your mother.

First make your donation. You can donate by credit card, or you can write a check to “Kirschenbaum Productions” and mail to:

Kirschenbaum Productions

302A West 12th Street #157

New York, NY 10014

Then e-mail support@lookatusnowmother.com saying how and when you made your donation and the amount. Please include all your contact information and mother’s name, mailing address, e-mail, and photograph (if applicable). Please e-mail a high quality jpeg only.

Donations for this special offer will help Look At Us Now, Mother! be completed and released to the public. There is plenty to look forward to with these gifts and plenty of ways to honor your mother with Mother’s Day coming up.

Happy Mother’s Day!mom2

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Have You Seen the Movie Stepmom?

  • Warning: This post may contain spoilers about the movie Stepmom.

I was watching the movie Stepmom starring Julia Roberts, Susan Sarandon, and Ed Harris, and I realized that this not only is a great movie, but it always teaches a lot about relationships.

The opening scene is of Isabel (Julia Roberts) trying to find her boyfriend’s son, Ben, who is now late for school. Finally, she finds him hiding in the cabinet as he is already late for school. We immediately see that Isabel is having trouble with her boyfriend’s children. Isabel is younger than her boyfriend, Luke (Ed Harris), and doesn’t have any children of her own and obviously is struggling with Luke’s children.

Moving along in the movie, Luke is going to be away for some time and he doesn’t expect Isabel to be able to take care of the kids by herself so he wants to hire a babysitter. Isabel, however, wants him to give her a chance, so he does.

The movie even addresses divorce because Luke and his ex-wife Jackie (Susan Sarandon) were once married but now divorced. Of course, divorce has a big effect on children and Luke explains to his daughter Anna that he fell out of love with her mom, but they’re still good friends. He also explains that it’s impossible to fall out of love with his kids because Ben was scared that Luke might fall out of love with him.

Isabel continues to have problems with Luke’s children when she gets them a puppy but fails to remember that Anna is allergic to dogs. Anna and Isabel end up arguing, and Anna says that she doesn’t have to listen to Isabel because she isn’t her mother. Isabel responds by saying, “Thank God for that.” Of course, Isabel shouldn’t have said this to the child of her boyfriend because she should respect Anna. Isabel then corrects what she said by saying that Anna already has a great mom and doesn’t need another one.

Isabel and Jackie, Ben’s and Anna’s real mom, do not get a long either. Isabel calls Anna a spoiled brat, and Jackie says Isabel is too self-involved to be a mother. Jackie obviously doubts Isabel’s abilities to be a mother, and maybe she has reason to have these doubts.

Then Luke brings up that he wants to marry Isabel. Of course the kids do not like this idea, but Luke tells them that hopefully they can learn to accept her because Isabel is going to be in their life. I would think that it is scary to think of getting a new parent especially when you aren’t fond of him or her.

A turning point in the movie comes when Isabel shows Anna a painting technique that she learned at NYU. Anna starts to see the good side of Isabel and views her as a big sister.

Another turning point comes when Isabel loses her job because she leaves work early to pick up Ben and Anna from school. This shows maturation and a character arch as Isabel is taking responsibility as a mother, even if it means compromising her career.

Originally, Jackie had given Anna advice about what she should do with a boy who is giving her trouble at school. The advice backfires and makes Anna feel horrible, so Isabel decides to give her own advice. When Jackie finds out about the advice Isabel gave Anna, she is enraged. Isabel made Anna use foul language at 12 years old, and she made her lie. However, Anna was so happy with the effect it had on the boy who was originally bothering her.

This movie deals with divorce and introducing a step-parent into the lives of a family. These factors can have a tremendous effect on the relationships within the family as you can see within this film. You should definitely check out the movie when you get a chance.

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Hi all, Rashidah here!

Hi all! My name is Rashidah Sherman and I’m a post-production intern at Kirschenbaum Productions.  I’m a recent graduate of Fairleigh Dickinson University in Teaneck, New Jersey, with a BS in Marketing. This past summer I interned at Women Make Movies in the marketing department. My true passion, however, is filmmaking and photography. Ultimately, my dream is to be a cinematographer, for I have always wanted to show people how I see the world through a camera.   I am very excited to be at this stage in my life, and am very proud to be a member of the Kirschenbaum Production team.

A few things about me:

  • The cartoon Tom & Jerry cracks me up.
  • Without a doubt the animal I would be is a cat.
  • If I were thrown into the Hunger Games I would totally win.
  • Top five favorite movies: American Beauty, There Will Be Blood, Boogie Nights, Training Day, and Bully.
  • There is nothing better than watching a good, exciting fight scene.
  • I’ve been a vegetarian since birth.
  • Politics is my source of drama.
  • I am, and always will be a Belieber (a Justin Bieber Believer). 
  • I’m a lover of all sports and am highly competitive. I’ve played semi-pro soccer for three years now and have received numerous rewards including 2009 Rookie of the Year. I also played Division 1 soccer for four years at my alma mater.
  • Being out doors and around nature allows everything to make sense.
  • The best book I ever read was ‘Killing Pablo’ by Mark Bowden, about the notorious cocaine kingpin Pablo Escobar, from Columbia.
  • Rally car racing is just awesome.
  • Do not disturb while I watch True Blood, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, or Boardwalk Empire.
  • My goal in life is to show people how I see the world, through a camera.
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Mom’s Helpful Hints Videos Launched #1 Managing Money

Since I’ve been busy complaining and showing you how critical mom can be and was with me particularly in my youth, it’s time to shine the light on her attributes. This lady is a pistol or as HBO says, “a force.”  How right they are.

She is one of the most versatile people I know. There is little she doesn’t know or can’t figure out.  On that note, I’ve asked her if she would take some precious time away from her daily work which includes a half hour on the elliptical machine, playing bridge, pam, mahjong, canasta, and scrabble and share with the public some of her knowledge.

Sit back and enjoy Helpful Hint #1  Managing Money

Have a pen and paper handy or your electronic writing device of choice.

And if you want to learn more about our upcoming film, please visit our Kickstarter campaign.

Have a great day!
Much love,

Gayle

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A Dangerous Triangle

A SINGLE WOMAN AND HER MOTHER AND HER NOSE MAKE A DANGEROUS TRIANGLE

Many people have had horrible childhoods and yet moved forward in a positive and productive way but never resolved their childhood trauma.  I’ve got a story with a new twist about transforming a dysfunctional relationship with my mother to a functioning dysfunctional relationship. She could shoot me down with her tongue from the minute I was born and I have rendered her powerless and she is now shooting blanks.  I acquired the skills to disarm her lethal tongue and now I can not only deflect her attacks but even get her to laugh along with me at her actions.

While working through these issues and using my skills as a filmmaker, I made a short called MY NOSE that became an award-winning film about my mother’s quest to get me to have a nose job. After the unexpected success of the film and audiences’ hunger for more, I knew it was time to go deeper.  That’s when I decided to make a feature length film, MY NOSE: THE BIGGER VERSION about the transformation of my relationship with my mother from Mommie Dearest to Dear Mom, from hatred to love.

“Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans.” John Lennon.

And so this is what happened.

Accidental Filmmaker – After a long and successful career in the film/TV industry I made my first personal film about my life with my dog, which premiered on HBO, A DOG’S LIFE: A DOGAMENTARY and featured widely in the media. Then MY NOSE and now MY NOSE: THE BIGGER VERSION.

Accidental Therapist– Release of MY NOSE led me to helping others deal with a critical parent and I developed “The Seven Healing Tools” which I teach others how to use.

Accidental Financier–  I have just turned to Kickstarter, a Do-It-Yourself online crowd-funding platform. You set your goal and amount and must meet it or you get nothing. Gulp! I know tons of people all over the world.  What I’m learning is that many are old school and computer phobic.

My challenges now are to spread awareness beyond my world of computer phobs, throw out a wide net and get people to the Kickstarter campaign before it’s too late. Yes, I’ve gotten a fair amount of press for my previous films including features in The New York Times, Washingon Post and talk and radio shows.

MY NOSE: THE BIGGER VERSION is bigger in more ways than one and for sure more important. We need a wider base, bigger press, and bigger donations. We are supersizing.  The clock is ticking and I have a time limit.  I’ve got to get the word out as soon as possible because the last thing I want to hear is my mother say, I told you so.

Please help otherwise, I will have no choice but to have my 87 year old mother do a strip tease so I can put it on YouTube and pray it goes viral. Please save my mother from that humiliation.

Gayle@kirschenbaumproductions.com

Gayle & Mom in Lisbon
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