Some of little N’s friends can already ride a bike. Little N wanted to learn too. So last week, every day after kindergarten, we went home, took out her bike, made a loop out of a beach towel for her to slide into—so I could hold her steady—and off we...
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I like Iñárritu and saw most of his films. Babel, Birdman, The Revenant, and Biutiful, of course (what a movie that is!). The other day I tried Bardo. I tried because I haven’t managed to watch it all and I don’t know if I will. But the opening scene! Man!...
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Little N has an eye for Mickey Mouse. She doesn’t really know who Mickey Mouse is. She hasn’t seen the cartoons: she doesn’t know they exist. She doesn’t even know what a cartoon is. But she can spot the character everywhere: a comics store ad sticking out from the side...
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It is Thursday night. We are in the underground. R is sitting across from me. On the other side of the car, there is a girl, teenager, perhaps, ready for a night out. Some makeup (as much as one can see around the FFP2 mask), styled hair, shiny fingernails, big...
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