My mom was very often committed to Bergen Pines Psychiatric Hospital, where she would be strapped to a bed. They would keep her for up to thirty days, get her calm with the medications, and then release her to the public with very little in the way of follow-up. I do not know how this was so, but from the time I was twelve, I was able to ride my bicycle for the six-mile trip to the hospital and they would allow me to see my mom of my own accord. The conditions were deplorable.
Angelo’s Pizzeria, My Mom, and Life (as we knew it) Back in Those Days
David Cenicola, M.Ed. Ghostwriter/Memoirist
