Mom, Madonna & me: A personal essay (The Daily Californian)
he gunshots and fake blood splattering onto the motel bed made me flinch and look away from the stage toward my mother. She seemed unbothered, smiling and clapping her hands. We were at my first Madonna concert. A mere 13-year-old, I had never seen anything like it before. I had been expecting the 52-year-old singer…