Dear Camille, Today is your birthday. I open my journal to share something with you. We met in dance class at university in 1983. We
Come back to me, Molly. It’s been a strange time- hiding you from the world in order to explore new ways of telling your story.
I am obsessing about Molly‘s wandering soul. I have written before that Molly somehow chose me to tell her story. Eve Lazarus refers to it
I do not take my work on Molly lightly. I respect that her story is a tragic one. I respect that Molly somehow chose me