He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
Conformity Destroys – the YOYO effect
Sometimes I get the sinking feeling that I have lost my creativity and have fallen into the rut of the status quo. I fear that adulting has cost me the spontaneity of youth, and all I have to look forward to is getting old.
Hard Pass – If the Animal Gets Hurt, I’m Out (John Wick is the Exception)
How to Train Your Dragon 2 broke me. A Dog's Way Home is on the banned list. John Wick is the only acceptable response to animal harm in film.
Lamentations on Doctor Who
I am not the biggest nerd-girl in the world, but I'm no slouch. I love Doctor Who and I have spread the infectious joy that is the BBC show to my children.
Black Widow Baby – Movie that Make You Go Hmm
I saw the movie Widows with Viola Davis & Liam Neeson, but I was not expecting it to resurrect some feelings about my divorce.
