I'm Walking as Straight as I Can: Transcending Disability in Hollywood and Beyond
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way, since we both let our union go on far longer than it should have. I remember looking at other couples who appeared so happy, holding hands and gazing at each other lovingly, and wishing that Richard and I could be the same way. However, we were in the throes of a dysfunctional relationship, only briefly sharing moments of real joy. Richard and I were breaking a cardinal spiritual law: chasing happiness outside of ourselves instead of realizing that true happiness can only come from within.
but that everyone I tried to speak to didn’t know English. “Geri, don’t tell me you went to East L.A.” “Okay, I won’t tell you that . . . but I think I did.” “I told you it was near our pharmacy.” Then his secretary came on the line, telling me not to be upset, that I wasn’t the first person to have done that, especially if I used MapQuest. She told me to make sure my windows were closed, my doors locked, and to return to Olympic Boulevard heading toward Santa Monica. I arrived at David’s
though I was lost and didn’t feel loved by my husband, my dad came to see me, and I knew he loved me enough just to be there when I felt so utterly alone. The last time I saw my dad was the day before he died. I think for the first time I saw something different when I looked at him. I had spent so many years trying to be close to him, playing his games, trying to make him proud, and for the first time as I stood over him, it wasn’t me looking for his approval — instead he was seeking mine. His
actress, as a way to distance myself from “Geri.” I walked up several long platforms onstage with a spotlight following me with each step that I took. It was quite dramatic and effective. When I finally reached center stage, I went into my comedic monologue. One joke after another was met with a deafening silence. I was not wearing my hearing aids that evening, again because I was afraid of the feedback, and didn’t want to risk screwing up the sound. At first I speculated that perhaps they
charges. None of the charges against him had anything to do with me. I was the only talent he managed. He was primarily a producer and saw the prospect of managing me as a way to make a quick buck on the side. Al admitted to me that he did not like George from the moment he first met him, but often an actor’s rep does not rub well with producers when it comes to the demands made on behalf of the actor. Al told me George was not someone to be trusted, and that I needed to get rid of him as soon