So the Academy Awards were last night, and although I had no intention of watching (zero interest, despite my decades-long devotion to the Oscars; we'll discuss all of that in another post), I had to, if only to hear my favorite being nominated for a Best Supporting Actor award. He won previously for producing 12 …
Oscar.
I've been faithfully and giddily watching the Oscars since I was fifteen years old. Through a million dresses, intriguing speeches and weird hosts (Anne Hathaway and James Franco?), you'll find me right in front of the television and in for the 4-hour long haul every year. (Really, with a genetic love for old-time Hollywood--I think …
real talk (gratitude).
Something a bit different this Gratitude Friday. I'll start by telling you that I wasn't the kind of girl that the boys ran after. Those kind of girls were a different set; far removed from my small group of funny, wisecracking nerds who liked to correct your grammar and spout critiques about books and independent films. We were silly, goofy, …
This Square Peg. 