My mother, Gloria Whistler, had always been my strongest ally and sharpest critic. She loved children and music, and played and taught piano all of her life. A long time supporter of The Faggot Museum, Mom was able to read a version before it was fully produced, and to view a videotape of selections from the show. She became an avid advocate for the piece, and screened the videotape at tea parties for her friends in Pennsauken, NJ: an image which always brings a smile to me. Sadly, she passed away before the piece was ever fully produced. I still miss her.
This production (and all productions) of The Faggot Museum are dedicated to her memory.