And putting yourself back together, one colorful shard at a time
She came from New York on the Greyhound bus, full of Shakespeare and superstition. She left a wooden rolling pin, her potato masher, and her memory in every bite of food we eat
While kids all over the country were waking at the crack of dawn to tear open presents, we slept in, then went to the movies and to a Chinese restaurant
Sylvie became the center of our family life, the warmth around which we all gathered
I first met Tim Curry when I was 15 years old and a few more times after that, and it always felt like we kind of knew each other
I don’t believe in ghosts, and I’m not afraid to walk in the cemetery at night, but holy crap!
It never occurred to us that there would be a day when we no longer played the game we loved
He was was soft-spoken, wrote poetry and played a bamboo flute. And then he killed our friend's mother.