I first saw Jeff Goldblum in Paul Mazursky's "Next Stop Greenwich Village" in the mid-1970s. Instantly I was intrigued by this tall, angular man, whose eyes glowed with knowledge as if harboring a secret.
The smallest things will spark memories of your 15-year friendship, and almost every single moment of your childhood involves her. Your friendship will be impossible to disregard because she shaped the person you are today.
My hope is that as technology grows so will our acknowledgement that we have to help our youngest users to balance their online and offline relationships. So that everyone, young and old, will have a friend they have actually met.
Not many people know this, because I just made it up, but when Alexander Graham Bell made the first telephone call, to his assistant, Thomas Watson, and said, "Watson, come here, I want you," he heard a voice on the other end say, "This isn't Watson. You have the wrong number."
I like to find spots of light and feeling around a location, and have made some mental notes already. We move around the theater, and in each spot, she intuits the essence and poses in perfect accord to evoke the feeling of the moment and space.
Today we meet in person for the first time in six years, on a bench by the Hudson River in Harlem. She brings sandwiches and coffee and we catch up, as the river flows. Her older son, the one I photographed, is now a college grad, and an up and coming independent filmmaker.
We sure as hell don't introduce our sister's husband as her "friend." So please don't do it to me. When you do, you are ignoring all the other aspects of my relationship. You are diminishing, demeaning and desexualizing what I have with my partner, and it really makes me mad.
For those of you who don't know, unlike the Bucket List, the F**ket List is that list of things that you really, truly want to do and you want to make happen now, (as opposed to waiting until you're way too old).
Despite the rawness of nature, the world made more sense in the oceans, the forests and the mountains. Yet, it was from the wilderness through one animal -- an endangered seal named KP2 (Kauai Pup 2) -- that my faith in the hand of man was restored.
I feel guilty about not wanting to be her friend anymore, but the truth is, I can't take being her personal therapist any longer. I also am afraid that if I try to leave the friendship, she will do something drastic and try to badmouth me to our mutual friends. How can I peacefully end this?