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Scam, Bam, Thank You Ma’am
I have great respect for what they do, what they are. And gratitude. . . . Which makes me all the more resentful of the details in the story I am about to share.
A Mighty Pulse — Music and The History of Sound
The folk music in A History of Sound resonates as my mother’s cello did. This film conveys music’s true weight, a weight that cannot be spoken. It must be heard.
Memoir Moment — Holiday Sister Blues
What was a new baby anyway? I had dolls. Silent, inert, boring. One drank from a small plastic bottle and expelled water from a hole between its legs. Most uninteresting. If that’s what a baby was, I wanted no part of it.
