My Mother Lode is a rich find, not of gold or silver. It's 3,000 miles long beginning at sweltering Barstow in the California desert, to chilly Toronto in Canada. A bottomless, skinny vein, rich in shallow opinion, rules, skepticism, deceit, deception, criticism, hypocrisy, prejudices, and outright lies. This is my story of a speechless boy growing up with a mother suffering from a narcissistic personality disorder.