I’m officially ending my hiatus. Here’s what to expect.
Hi, yeah, I’m sorry but I couldn’t even finish that trailer.
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
Featured Image Source It’s 2009 or something. I’m in the car with my mom, my best friend, my little sister, and her best friend. We’re on the road to South Carolina for a Jonas Brothers concert. We’re blasting “When You Look Me In the Eyes” and replacing all the words with “When You Give Me…
Featured Image Source Listen. I’m a textbook theater kid, okay. I’ve done just about everything a theater person can possibly do: ushering, costuming, running crew, band, soundboard, ensemble, lead. Weird flex, I know. It’s just to establish my credibility, nothing to get excited about. Point is, I know a good musical when I see one….
What does a 1901 short story have to teach us about the border wall? Plenty.
Dad carries the little desk and sets it down in the kitchen. As if it’s just an ordinary desk. It was built in 1720, predating the Industrial Revolution. Mom and Dad show me how to find the clues to unlock its secrets. See here, the nicks in the wood along the edges? Made by knife,…
A Google search for statistics on police brutality bears not-so-shocking resemblance to an 1820 Georgia law concerning racial violence.
I know I’m about five years late but I wrote a ten-page dissertation on my thoughts about the Iron Man vs. Captain America debate and my friends insisted that I post what I wrote. Spoilers included. My footnotes didn’t transfer, and the academic tone doesn’t really fit with a blog tone so sorry about that….
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…