This friendly man at the bar wrote the books my dad and grandpa read at the beach for years, AND he was partially responsible for our family tradition of eating dinner (and lunch, and then dinner again) at Doc Fords on Sanibel.
I know. It’s just a suitcase. OR IT’S JUST THE MAW OF THE CAVE OF WONDERS FROM ALADDIN WAITING TO EAT ME ALIVE.
The overflow of her room, and our house in general, is a result of special people who have shown up in her life already in powerful ways.
She said that God had brought us to her, that we were like her children, and that she could be like our Romanian mother.
I don’t know if you knew about the fear that permeated Toronto’s gay scene for years.
Guinness played Obi-Wan in the original Star Wars trilogy, and I stumbled giddily upon his recording of Eliot’s poems while studying them for a class at Calvin last year.
It gets late and pretty soon my brother is dancing on the kitchen stools to the songs he was making fun of earlier. We make mozzarella sticks and pigs in a blanket.
We ruined Settlers of Catan that night, which isn’t all that different from how I’ve ruined everything else these past few years.
The most interesting places felt quiet, frozen, and deeply layered.
If I were to compile a highlight reel of Caitlin Gent’s 2018, one of my Top Ten Most Important But Definitely Not Fun Moments would have to be…
