Alex Frankel
Alex will read from his autobiographical novel, Birth Mother Mercy, about the day he met his real mother.


When I think of the woman I met that day, I mix her up with my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Arcigal. I’m not sure when I started doing this. It could be that as a seven-year-old I made Mrs. Arcigal into a kind of mother because I’d recently found out about my adoption: she was young and the first pregnant person I ever knew. One day I asked her, “Are you Jewish?” and she just looked at me and smiled a patient smile, with the same look Martha gave me when I asked about her eyes. “No,” she answered. “Why do you ask?” Sometimes I believe—even now—that Martha was Mrs. Arcigal. Could Martha perhaps have been so curious about how her biological son was doing that she disguised herself as my first-grade teacher?

So this was her, after thirty years, the girl who had housed me in her body and allowed me to be born. She was as inconspicuous and ordinary as Fred, my birth father, was loud and blustery....






© 2026 Alex Frankel
Alex Frankel was a Featured Poet at the May 2026 Second Sunday Poetry Series