Today is St. Patrick’s Day, and I am making corned beef and cabbage.I have made it every year on this day since I first moved out on my own.Outside there is uncertainty. There is a global pandemic. St. Patrick’s Day celebrations have been canceled the world over.But I am making my corned beef and cabbage.…… Continue reading Corned beef and cabbage
I can’t believe it’s been 34 years already. That morning I was playing in my room with my sister Anna; if I recall properly, Skeletor had teamed up with the Purple Pie Man to vex the joint forces of He-Man and Strawberry Shortcake. The phone rang, and our mother yelled up the stairs to say…… Continue reading Remembering Challenger
The trailer for the new Ghostbusters flick dropped today: https://youtu.be/7yZCOXBAyWo This is it. This is the movie I have waited 30 years for. Ghostbusters, and to a lesser extent Ghostbusters 2 and The Real Ghostbusters, has been profoundly influential on me. In second grade, my friends and I performed a Ghostbusters routine in the school…… Continue reading This is it! This is the sign!
This post was originally published here on December 3, 2012. It started off small. Innocuous. A simple Facebook status update by Mike Nesmith on August 7th: “We may be coming to your town.” Then I started to lose my mind. On August 8th, we were treated to this: Two days later, tickets went on sale,…… Continue reading Weren’t they good? They made me happy!
I live in a haunted house. It’s not nearly as scary as it sounds. It’s annoying. I think by now we’ve all seen this tweet: Truthfully, that’s not far off the mark. My house is more than a century old; it was built around 1900. My grandfather lived here from February of 1949 until his…… Continue reading My House is Haunted. No, Really.
Thanks to Netflix’s belief thst I am interested in the films of the 1990s–mostly because I am–I watched Candyman tonight. This was the first time I’ve watched it in full since the first time I watched it. It was my junior year of high school. 1994. Saturday night, around 1 a.m. All the lights in…… Continue reading Candyman…
I don’t think I’ve ever cried at a burial. Funeral masses, not so much, either — my mom being the notable exception. I do cry at viewings occasionally — mom, my paternal grandparents (I was a mess at Mohawk’s, especially when I saw my nephews cry), and my second mother-in-law — but even then, by…… Continue reading Standing Witness