Comfort Fiction-- Part 1

Though I try not to talk about it (here, there, or anywhere), I think April is going to be tough for the rest of my life. April, August, November through January, most of the other months-- all have reminders that I lost my mom far too early. Her birthday was last week, and with Easter approaching, my thoughts freqently go to a woman who at least once a year made herself sick with jelly beans.

So I am approaching April as the month of comfort stories-- stories you crawl into, or that wrap around you like an old blanket and just make you feel at ease.

I invite and encourage all of you to share with me (and us) what stories comfort you...

So part 1-- the movie:

Disclaimer: I am not goth. I also do not condone violence, drug use, or excessive profanity.

The Crow. Weird 90's cult classic about revenge and love and, quite frankly, violence. This is not a movie for the faint of heart, for sure, and I find it a bit odd that I can watch it over and over and over. So, for clarity sake, it is not the brutal, graphic violence, incessant profanity, or blatant drug use that makes me love it so much. It's nostalgia. I watched this movie over and over and over again in high school (not attracted by the above then, either, but latching on to the whole "true love is forever idea"...).

I think it is one of the most quotable movies of my adolecense, and so, a few quotes from The Crow, a reiteration that I am not goth or in love with violence, and thanks to the movie for taking me back to a simpler time.

• "Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children."
• "Halloween ain't till manyana..."
• "Victims, aren't we all."
• "You got me dead bang."
• "Fire it up."
• "There ain't no coming back, this is the really real world."