In May of 1994, I fell in love with a dead man. Sitting in a darkened theater, mesmerized by the action on the screen, I was watching The Crow, starring Brandon Lee, who had been killed making the film. I was profoundly moved by the film. I saw it nineteen times in twenty days…or maybeContinueContinue reading “The Crow and Comfort by Rie Sheridan Rose”
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