Flora Purvis performs a place entitled Mama’s Boy in which she tells of what it was like to have her son die of AIDS. At the break between shows, I am introduced to a woman who is the real Mama; she lost her son to AIDS in February and drove in from the mid-cities by herself to see this show. Her memories of him return so strongly that she breaks down and cries. We all comfort her. She gains her composure, tells us she is writing a book about her son, smiles and walks out into the night. As I watch the door close behind her, it was my turn to cry.