by Colette Freedman | Feb 22, 2020 | Writing
Last night I was destroyed by Alfred Molina’s devastatingly brilliant performance as André, a man suffering from Alzheimer’s in Florian Zeller’s The Father. Unlike most plays about Alzheimer’s, dementia and losing one’s mind, The Father is not a linear story told to...
by Colette Freedman | Feb 8, 2020 | Writing
I wasn’t prepared for the pain. As someone who didn’t grow up with animals, I wasn’t prepared for the pain. As my dying baby girl lies on my lap while I write this, I am still not prepared for the pain. When Mark Troy died six and a half years ago, it nearly broke me....