by Colette Freedman | Apr 29, 2020 | Acting, Artists, Frontpage News, Sister Cities
What do you even begin to say about the best person in the world? I’ve been writing this eulogy in my head since Jill got Alzheimer’s, because that is when she died for most of us. When she was diagnosed, I wish I had had the guts to squeeze her so damn hard that I...
by Colette Freedman | Mar 6, 2020 | Acting, Artists, Films, Lacrosse, Music, Random Musings, Sports, Writing
For all intents and purposes, I am musically inept. Growing up in suburban Baltimore in the seventies, my musical exposure was limited to Jewish folk music and Broadway Showtunes that my parents played on our turntable. I didn’t mind, I used to do roller skating...
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....
by Colette Freedman | Jul 16, 2019 | Chick Stuff, Food, Writing
When I asked at the Stockholm spa why a Swedish massage in Sweden isn’t just called a massage they patiently explained, “It’s called a Swedish massage because a Swedish person is giving you a massage”. Serves me right for asking. Despite the semantics, the massage...
