What I thought, what I feel, what I know

[sovay]

spatch just had to tell me that Joan Micklin Silver has died and I never wrote about Crossing Delancey (1988). It was one of the movies I meant to rewatch and write about because I loved it so much that I had trouble putting words around it and then 2020 kept happening and I didn't write about so many things. I didn't write about Between the Lines (1977). I haven't yet seen Hester Street (1975). Everything about this past year feels like unfinished business. I knew at the new year that it wouldn't change like a fingersnap overnight, but I missed a window to tell an artist—even just for the record of history—how much her art meant to me when she was around to hear it and I strongly believe that is the sort of thing a person should do; so many artists don't get the chance to find out.

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[selkie]

When you write it, I'll pass it along to her daughter. I promise. Take your time.

And -- the patience for the phone, the text, and the fax (you and N both insist on crediting me with whatever this patience thing is), the caretaking that can't wait because we do some things at the same pace no matter what year it is -- this time my gift is for your sake.

It certainly isn't for Heshie's, I'm saying.

I'll watch Hester Street with you. Carol Kane!