I meet Jill to see a new
play, The Call. It centers on a couple adopting a baby. Watching it, I think how lucky I am to have mine. I never take being Alexander's mother for granted. I know how lucky I am. Midway into act one, I lean over to Jill and say, “The
dialogue feels so genuine.” She
responds, “It’s funny you say that. I
was just thinking it sounds forced.”
When we saw The Flick, I
walked out at intermission, hating it. Jill stayed
and loved it. Critics agreed with Jill; people
were split. After the play Jill emails me, " You are I were the perfect metaphor for the audience reaction. Our own little focus group of 2!" That was true then, and it’s probably true again today.
Subway repairs are going on
and the number six train skips my stop. I get off one stop later, in
Zelia’s neighborhood. I call her and we
see a new movie, Disconnect. We are in agreement; it’s a riveting film,
though it is disturbing. I leave
unsettled. Seeing a young teen hurt
upsets me. It cuts too close to home.
I call Alexander just to
hear his voice. He is busy and
happy. All is good in my world.
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