June is an ambivalent month for me. As a child it meant the start of summer vacation, and weeks spent at my grandparent’s beautiful beach home in Hyannisport. This was…
I thought Roger taught me to watch, to look, to see. I thought he taught me to formulate opinions, discern a smart plot from schlock. I was wrong. He taught me that writing drives a stake into our time, priceless, however brief.
Having first seen [Hook] at the impressionable age of three, it molded me into the chronically nostalgic, child-like, death-fearing person that I am today.