The December she died, in 2021, grief had already lodged deep in my chest after I lost my beloved friend Greg Tate.
It was hard to breathe, but harder to imagine returning to Harlem, where we’d spent afternoons that equaled years, writing, talking and walking.
I began making this short documentary earlier that year, unable to know we’d lose Didion, Tate and bell hooks, three writers who meant the world to me.
This is a short film about loss and memory, the flooded Midwestern basements where we collect family ephemera.
But when I’m home and moving through spaces that hold my deepest memories, I feel mournful.
Persons:
Joan Didion, Greg Tate, we’d, Detroit, I’m
Organizations:
Detroit
Locations:
Harlem