Jeanne d’Arc, part 1.

I’ve always been highly conscious of lingering energy, though part of it may be my imagination, I’ve been to where Martin Luther King was shot, and it made me shiver a little, even at age 8, not because of what had occurred there, but because I knew without a doubt that he had been thereContinue reading “Jeanne d’Arc, part 1.”

film: MacPherson: Borderline (1930)

I was always judged very harshly by my appearance, which was something I never took much time to consider. It was around the time that my sister told me I’d taught her a valuable lesson, “that it doesn’t matter what other people think of you,” when I found myself with a host of new values,Continue reading “film: MacPherson: Borderline (1930)”