My husband J and I were sitting on our bed in the dark, our dog snoring on her own little bed a few feet away. I was sitting with my chin on my drawn-up knees and trying to put into words why I'd had such a frustrating day. It was…
There are certain sounds that will be comforting forever: slippered feet on that creaky floor, early morning radio debates, water being poured into a kettle, screen doors sliding open. I stretch and kick the metal footboard as I had done every morning, and before I am fully myself I forget…
Breathless/À bout de souffle, 1960. I know, I know, I'm the last person alive to have not yet seen this movie. I won't give a review of it or anything, mostly because I'm terrible at reviews but also because nobody needs yet another review of this classic film. All I…
