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Category: love
I Had to Break My Hiatus to Talk About the New CATS Trailer
Hi, yeah, I’m sorry but I couldn’t even finish that trailer.
From Coustou’s Pietà, During the Fire
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
Sorry I’m Late, but We Have to Talk About the Jonas Brothers
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…
I’ve Ranked the Most Problematic Parts of “Children of a Lesser God” So You Don’t Have To
I’ve reviewed a movie in which Marlee Matlin’s hair is the protagonist and hearing people suck. Enjoy!
RENT Live Wasn’t That Bad, You Guys Are Just Cowards
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….
Review: “Amy Foster” and the Fate of Refugee Knowledge
What does a 1901 short story have to teach us about the border wall? Plenty.
A Guy’s Guide to the Latest Disney Princesses
Everybody needs a little help when it comes to animated monarchy. Here’s a quick cheat sheet to the most recent Disney royalty.
When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time
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…
A Portrait of the Craft as an Essay
I started writing a collection of essays about what I was sure would be a very short recap of my grandmother’s life. Her immigration story was the only thing that seemed interesting to me about her; her forty years at JCPenny would not make for good writing material, I thought. And I already knew most…
