He watches me on the stairs. He counts my pills. He follows me around the house. Ever since last May, Frank has hovered over me. He holds onto me when we walk from the front door to the car. He carries my bag while I climb into the driver’s seat so I can go to […]
We all have certain gifts. Mine is the ability to read a story and immediately recognize the underlying structure. It’s in my DNA. After one read, I can provide a writer with the structural fixes they need to tell their story. This has paid the bills for a long time, with jobs as a reader, then developer and producer.
In the past few months, I’d gotten dizzy and trembly. I couldn’t do Tree Pose at yoga anymore. I fell on the escalator at the airport and blamed the new rolling bag.
