In 1909, the very first American full-length motion picture lit the screen. The
film was part of that beloved and contested genre, the literary adaptation. It
was the first of many film versions
Here I am, writer at the desk, remembering. My memory summons up a homesick
afternoon that I must write about, and now the picture appears. There I am,
twenty-three, stretched out on the
I cartwheel backwards through years, to the porch step where I am sitting beside
a friend on a chilly October evening seven years ago. I try to breathe this cold
past self alive,
I wanted to travel to Pennsylvania to be with my family this Christmas. My
family always swaddles the holiday thick with traditions, and I missed those. On
Christmas Eve, my mom crushes candy
This piece was originally published in June 2009.
Growing up, my family and I vacationed in an Upstate New York cabin. A lake
spread out, cold and tranquil, just across a gravel road.