Kathleen's notes -

A little more than ten years ago, I was working as a humor columnist for The Los Angeles Times and The Arizona Republic. My husband and I had three children under the age of 8. We were living with my mom and dad while we remodeled a house across the street. And then my mom was diagnosed with cancer.  I was learning how to be a mother to my own children when overnight it seemed I had to learn how to be a mother to my own mom. 

Years later, I selected email and letters I wrote during the last two years of my mom’s life to create The Tiffany Box, a love remembered.  This story is one I could never have intentionally written for a public audience.  The voice is sometimes funny, often raw and definitely honest.  My dear friend, editor and collaborator-- Carol MacLeod—convinced me to leave in emails I considered embarrassing or too intimate.  As a result, the emails offer a rare look at the day to day craziness, grace and beauty of living with a beloved who is dying and at the same time, very much alive.   I'd love to share this story with you. 

Here are comments from people who’ve seen the show: 

"Beautiful, poignant, stunning.  We were all breathing with you." 

"I was truly moved by your powerful performance.  The subject of mothers and daughters is one we all think about and live with throughout our lives.  I felt you touched on so many facets of that most important of relationships with a sensitivity that was both moving and enlightening.  While I shed many tears during your play, I left with a very positive sense of the importance of connection not only with our mothers but to everyone we love. "