06/11/2026
It has been a while since I have posted here on the Kirschenbaum Productions page.
I believe this page may have started back when I was making television, and over the years it became a home for my production work, films, storytelling, and creative projects.
While my work has evolved, the heart of it has stayed the same: telling true stories about family, identity, healing, humor, aging, forgiveness, and the complicated people we love.
Many of you first came here through my films, including My Nose and Look at Us Now, Mother! Others may know me through my books, speaking, or the videos I share with my almost 103-year-old mother, Mildred.
These days, some of my deepest storytelling is happening on Substack.
A good place to begin is this piece about the day my mother apologized to me at 99. It is one of the most meaningful stories I have ever shared, and it explains so much about the journey from childhood wounds to forgiveness.
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And for those who want to go deeper, I am also beginning to share more private, behind-the-scenes pieces for paid subscribers. Today’s paid piece is about what happened to my body when I began excavating my childhood story, the anxiety, the memories, and the physical cost of finally telling the truth.
That is the kind of writing I am putting behind the paywall: more intimate, more personal, and more vulnerable.
Paid subscriptions help support my work and allow me to keep writing, creating, and sharing these stories with you.
Thank you for being here as the work continues to grow.
My mother apologized at 99, and the internet treated it like a miracle. What startled me was my own reaction.