With the Phillies off, I watched a movie called Waitress the other night On Demand. It was completely charming and Keri Russell was luminous in the lead role. Funny, sweet, tough, tragic and triumphant.

It was one of those little, independently released films that got some notice a couple years back. It has been described as a feminist fairy tale. It is that. But it is also has a very pro-life subtext that is hard to ignore.

I was sad to learn that its writer-director Adrienne Shelly was murdered at the age of 40, soon before the film's release. (She also appears in the film as Russell's goofy fellow waitress, Dawn.) She wrote the script when she was pregnant with her own daughter, Sophie.

That such a sweet, clever and brave voice has been silenced is, indeed, a tragedy.