New York, New York. A blissful spring morning beckoned, cloudless and blue and pure. I was driving my
high-mileage Toyota down Seventh Avenue, headed for the location shoot that was supposed to wind up
principal photography for my first feature film, Baby Love. It was about the pain and joy of adoption. I guess
directing your first feature is something like giving birth to your first child, but that gets us way, way ahead of
My name, by the way, is Morgan Smyth James, after two grandmothers, and I'm thirty-eight and single and
strive to be eternally optimistic.