The Film Student and Me
The day it all begins, the sunlight gleams off my daughtersâ€™ butter-blond hair as we run to catch a cab downtown. They are smiling and Iâ€™m happy, too. They remind me of young colts, skinny and pretty, their long, knobby-kneed legs not quite fitting their young bodies.
Ahead of me, the girls motion for a cab to stop. They open the door and shout, â€œMommy, hurry!â€
Belle and Lily, my ten-year-old twins, still like being with...