You know those wonderful memories you have of your parents waving goodbye to you when you were a little kid? How they would do that right up until the very last second that you were out of sight? And remember how safe and confident that made you feel to be loved so intensely?
Saw Hannah Moscovitch’s Sexual Misconduct of the Middle Classes at the Tarragon last week, and do you know what thought never went through my head while I was watching the show?