I have a friend I met when we were nine. This picture of Mary Pickford reminds me of her, the solid gaze, the bold spirit, and the curls. She’s the… Read more Friends →
Didn’t we all have chores? Except mine weren’t professionally photographed… . .
My friend responds to my post (FRIENDS | BEGUILING HOLLYWOOD) about growing up together: So you remember Jilly the Gerbil’s funeral! That was one of the first stories I told… Read more LETTERS FROM FRIENDS →