So thankful to the wonderful folks at Blackbird for shining such a gracious light on this essay that’s meant quite a bit to me. What started last spring as a reflection on watching movies became an elegy for my late grandfather who passed away around this time 9 years ago. Not what I set out to write about, but as is often the case with grief, the dead are always speaking through all things.
(Also, so excited to share this issue with so many terrific writers, friends, and familiar faces.)