I watched Karen Carpenter: Starving for Perfection last night on Prime, because, well, I’ve loved Karen Carpenter since I heard her on the radio when I was four years old. My parents always had the radio on in the car;
I watch the Olympics: ice dancing and pairs figure skating in the winter, gymnastics in the summer. While I know all Olympic contenders’ athletic skills are phenomenal, like Superman or Wonder Woman, I don’t get it. What does one do
Pumpkin and cinnamon scents fill store aisles of orange leaves and turkeys, marking the beginning of my favorite shopping season. Halloween cats, witches, and ghosts announce the next upcoming holiday, with Christmas décor soon taking over every available store shelf,
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been painfully aware of people’s listening skills, how most of the time they aren’t listening to a word I say. So I just stopped talking. As a child, I knew when my mom was
What does it mean to be a successful writer? This I ponder while I write, and write, and write. I would love nothing more than to quit my day job, make a living from my art (says every artist everywhere).
Years ago, my son and I sat down to watch American Ninja Warrior. We thought it would be like Wipeout, a show that gave us both giggles. American Ninja Warrior was oddly laughable in its seriousness of parkour and adult
