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“Don’t say a word!” my mother warned, at the start of it all.

And I didn’t, until I could.

Don't Say a Word! - A Daughter's Two Cents

My parents, a perpetually warring, domineering pair in their 80s — a retired Macy’s dress buyer and a dentist — begin wintering in Mexico, where they abandon their usual prudence to embrace adventure and a pair of shyster developers. Normally hypercritical, they are blithely indifferent to the disasters that ensue, leaving the mop-up to me, their permanently indentured only child.

Don’t Say a Word! : A Daughter’s Two Cents recounts our hapless, screwball struggles: theirs with old age and mine with them. The surprising ways in which my parents come undone reveal just what they’d spent their lives trying to hide, thereby setting me free.

“The new used-car turned out to be a huge white Chevy with bright red leather upholstery, circa 1970…In terms of shock value, the car’s appearance paled in comparison with its state of dysfunction. Just getting in was a challenge: only one rear door opened, and the front right inside handle fell off if you weren’t careful. Something was wrong with the front passenger seat, too; the back would not go up beyond an angle suitable for a tooth extraction. Consequently, the four of us squashed in the back had my mother virtually lying in our laps. As we pulled away from the curb, I noticed we were all sitting on towels. The red leather, my mother informed me, had a tendency to bleed.”

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author

ELIZABETH ROPER MARCUS

For twenty years, I ran a small architectural firm and wrote about design, when not traveling to far-flung places with my psychiatrist husband and two rambunctious children. I decided to concentrate on writing in order to pursue the many quirky questions that fascinated and bedeviled me: Why are butterflies called butterflies? Why can’t I recall the taste of wine? Why are first-love memories so potent? More and more, I found myself examining my personal life in the light of the wider world and the wider world in the light of my life.

My memoir, Don’t Say a Word!: A Daughter’s Two Cents, is the result of a long struggle to answer a personal question I could not escape: Who were my parents, really? It’s my hope that my story will provoke answers to questions you may have about your own life.

This is, in fact, true for everything I write. My essays have appeared in the New York Times and Boston Globe, on online sites such as Cognoscenti and Next Avenue, and in essay anthologies, like Travelers’ Tales.

I currently write for Psychology Today and have two Substacks: a new one, Tiny Stories From Life and an old one with Barbara Schildkrout Two Friends Write About the Brain .

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