Let the magic mind movies roll
ONE late summer night decades ago, while on holiday in a bayside cottage in Southampton, New York, I carried our son Michael, then only three, into the dark silence out of doors.
The sky shimmered with stars.
Michael tilted his head back to look up, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open in awe.
I’ll play that image in my head, in the movie theatre of my memory, this Thanksgiving.
Call it my mental health strategy.
