More often than not, the mail box offers rainbow of unhappy mail. Bills, advertisements (as if we don’t see enough), and even scams bombard me weekly without my consent through the little black box at the end of my driveway. I pine for the long lost days of singing Blue’s Clues’ Mail Time as a child, who knew only of birthday cards and grandma’s letters.
Read MoreAnd at last, in November 2024, I took my writing retreat. A small house in the middle of nowhere was my backdrop. Once again, I came armed with groceries, a puzzle, books, and my laptop, ready to write something great. And this time, there was no chainsaw in sight.
Read MoreI find the saying true that time moves quicker as I get older. But I also find that this life is so saturated that experiences, conversations with loved ones, and special moments are getting drowned out by the noise of everything else.
Read MoreDespite finding the movie Young Frankenstein hilarious, I suspect it, along with the many other parodies and adaptations of the monster I had seen in pop culture, contributed to my aversion. The story seemed to be totally outside of what would compel me. I assumed it had no character development, thin plot, and an oversized dose of horror. By the time I learned the author was a woman, my ignorant opinion on the matter was fully formed and unassailable; that the monster’s father was actually a woman meant nothing.
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