I should be prepping for my CCD class this weekend. Instead, I’m finally watching “Grey Gardens,” the 1975 documentary I’ve been meaning to watch for years.
I’m halfway through it and it’s setting off all sorts of triggers. The dysfunction and the squalor and the loneliness is hitting entirely too close to home. And seeing Little Edie’s abusive, narcissistic mother snuff out her daughter’s life is downright killing me.
Even so, I anticipate multiple viewings.
What I’m reading as I watch: