I grew up in the 1980s, and there were three movies that were key to any sleepover when I was a kid: You needed at least two of these for a sleepover to be a success. But if Blockbuster (or that one grocery aisle that had movies you could rent) didn’t have them, there were acceptable alternatives: (I realize Clue
We authors are constantly begging for readers, and then we’re constantly begging those readers to please review our books on Amazon, Goodreads, and the like. (Considering Amazon keeps removing reviews of my books, it feels like a losing battle, but hope springs infernal.) Readers who don’t review regularly are sometimes paralyzed by the task, which feels daunting to them. It’s
“Are you American or Mexican?” The question was asked in good faith and curiosity by my nail tech, who was helping me determine which shades of green would look good on my fingernails. As I have olive skin/yellow undertones, it’s a valid concern. Still, in the current climate (I live in the U.S.), such a question may not always be
There are many people living in a large house. Outside the house, a pack of rabid wolves circles. They want in. Most of the people in the house know better than to let the wolves in. They in fact work to secure doors and windows against the threat of the wolves. However, for some bizarre reason, some of the people
Centuries ago, when faced with growing unrest amongst the common populace, the church and aristocrats (keeping in mind there has been a fair amount of overlap between those two) sold the idea that everyone would get what they deserve… eventually. They told the masses that their hard work would pay off… in Heaven. And that the poorer they were on
Given the shit state of the world, I’ve opted for lighter subject matter in this week’s post. See, everywhere I go, I’m told by random strangers that I smell good? Not in a creepy way, mind. In a genuinely kind and enthusiastic way, like the woman in a store who, as I passed, tapped me and said, “I don’t know
Last year, I left Twitter (X). It was a tough decision; I had spent 15 years building and curating a network of fellow writers, readers, film enthusiasts, and the like. I stuck it out as long as I could—longer, really, than I should have. Sure, my little corner of that hell site had remained mostly clean and comfortable, but I
My goal this year is to post at least once per week. Alas, I don’t always have that much to say. Bad news for a writer, perhaps. But I do have a thought that’s been bouncing around in my head for a while now, and I meant to make a YouTube video about it, but I haven’t (yet—I might still).
Time for yet another unpopular opinion. See, I really do want to support small, independent bookstores. I’d like to believe we’re in this together, so to speak. But that’s an idealistic, unrealistic view. Because, as with so many things in this f***ed up world, it actually comes down to money. I live in an area that has an indie bookstore
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