Suddenly it seems everybody’s being accused of sexual harassment, tried in the newspapers, and declared guilty, all in the same day. Suddenly every man is Bill Clinton, or worse: you could be Al Franken, with a photo to prove it. 211 more words
Tags » My Childhood.
To discover The Bill Douglas Trilogy is to rediscover cinema. At least it was for me. These days we may associate trilogies with commercial behemoths, a way of squeezing greater profit from scant material, but Douglas’s three shortish films, totalling a little under 3 hours, don’t fit any commercial model. 2,150 more words
When I was twelve years old, my parents switched churches over a dispute involving a stolen air conditioner. (For the record, I think they were right: You should not elect to church office anybody you suspect of stealing the air conditioning unit out of the fellowship hall, and most especially not on the grounds that if you don’t they might get mad and steal more stuff.) We moved from a small, country church full of people distantly related to my father to a small, country church full of people distantly related to my mother. 1,251 more words