When my son Max was in nursery school, three years old or so, the teacher pulled me aside to ask me to tell Max not to give away his toys. “What do you mean?” I said “Well,” DiDi said, whenever…
View writingThere's a place inside my core that holds the foundation of the idea for a film, the inciting incident, "I want to make a film about this." In all these decades of making films, the memory of that inciting incident…
View writingIt took everything to get here. All that fell away: relationships, pride, money, inherited values. What would I have kept from holding on when it turned out love was water? You can’t hold it with fingers clenched in a fist;…
View writingFor centuries, throughout their extensive family tree, the notorious Rassov’s trusted only each other. It had to be that way, for the nature of the Family Business demanded care, discretion, and utmost death-defying solidity….a united front, preserved through centuries of…
View writingWhose Dream is it Anyway? My sister Dana and I disagreed on dreams, I hold that you cannot dream something you have not witnessed in some shape or form even if you can’t retrieve an associative memory of whatever it…
View writingI sniffed as I stood in the mud where the trilium flowers bloomed, my pants dirty, rain falling on my face. Megan texted me and said Guinness the Cat was here. I texted her back. "Do you think so?" "Of…
View writingThere are dreams that we have that we soon forget upon waking. And others that stay with us when we turn on the lights. Like this dream I had this morning. It was close to the waking, so easier to…
View writingAs if to make amends For a long while, Agatha’s happy home was a place of silence. She and Andres coexisted, speaking only when necessary. Despite her grey eyes, stormy as Nordsee, she did not confront Andres about what he…
View writingShe had grown up without a father. That’s not true, she had a father, ALberto. He was very handsome and wealthy and urbane. He was Italian and spoke Spanish perfectly. As soon as he hit Argentina he began to build…
View writingHow do you explain the miracle of friendship? I mean, true friendship, not the sort of convenient, lasts-for-a-while then dissolves kind….a friendship that proves itself by knowing it has nothing to prove.
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