The Visitor (2008) with Richard Jenkins, is a remarkable rebuttal to the Bush era climate of our last decade, but it is also a masterpiece with a variety of exculpatory layers.
Oliver Marinelli is gone seven years now, and when Joey and Vinnie were born, I told my aunt I did not want them, but here I am, six years in a parent, torn between my bond, the stress of Joey's health cycles, and the need to conserve my own strength, a problem that has been ongoing many weeks into the future, and will reach a crisis sooner rather than later.
I need to sit down and literally create a new writing schedule. My head alone cannot jiggle the demands of the digital age, and this may take some time.
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