To be honest, I only watched THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE because I thought my kid would like it.
Maybe we don't need a feel-good movie about the first person walking on the moon. But I'm not sure we needed such a melancholy one.
When it comes right down to it, this is all my mother’s fault. My mother has always loved dolls. When I was a little girl, she gave me some of the dolls she’d had as a child: gorgeous, eighteen-inch beauties with real human hair and eyes that closed. Each came with an extravagant wardrobe hand-made … Continue reading Revisions with Celia, Part 1