Picnic—We flirt and eat cake in the rain. Bad actors banter and run through fake rain. Classics’ women vanquished by weather. They faint in
Picnic—We flirt and eat cake in the rain. Bad actors banter and run through fake rain. Classics’ women vanquished by weather. They faint in
Things you can’t control—love, weather, grace, time. My favorite cliché is race against time. Like an undertow, her phone sucks my teen daughter into
Blood test. Doctor on the phone. The cold. Emily’s zero at the bone. That cold. The child forced to choose&emdash;which parent to become, which
