A conversation between my friend Alice and me. Regarding Roy.
Alice: “I think I need to go to your parents’ and spend time with your dad ahead of the trip, Andra. I mean………..um……….well……………I’m going to be spending a week with him, and……………well……….he’s…………um—”
Me: “Impossible? Horrifying? Somewhat smelly?”Continue Reading
I lost my snack. Gave up too much. Green carpet and orange fabric and plywood, witness to my deflowering.
In kindergarten.Continue Reading
Philip Seymour Hoffman was one of my all-time favorite actors. The ability to disappear into a role is a gift, one that has to extract a high price on the human being with that gift.
That’s what I’m telling myself anyway, because he left the stage before he had the chance to star in my book-to-movie.Continue Reading