To say that Mothers and Sons is a good old fashioned anything is only to recognize that Terrence McNally is operating at a level of craft, invention and ambition that few have the skills or balls to try anymore.
Ours is a theater family. I have two sons currently studying theater in college, and as often as we can, we find our way to the theater. It was therefore no surprise that this mother would find herself in the audience of Terrence McNally's Mothers and Sons, sitting between her gay twin sons.
What struck me most is that Mothers and Sons reminds us HIV/AIDS is not "then," it is "now." In fact, it may arguably be as much "now," as it has been for the last decade and more, its appearance has just changed.
Sex became scary -- reading the obituaries in the newspaper even scarier. As I aged, I trained myself to hold on to relationships like life rafts. At least they floated, while others around me were sinking.
Last week I went to see Terrence McNally's beautifully realized portrait of the "new normal" American family in his touching play Mothers and Sons. By the way, I went with my mother. And as I sat in my seat before the lights dimmed, my thoughts took me back over 30 years, to 1983.
I remember a time when the first thing anyone in the LGBT community did in the morning was read the obituaries to find out who we had lost the day before. Today, we go straight to the Styles Section to see who got hitched.