I have a troubled relationship with Harry Potter. On the one hand, I love the magical world and all of the people who occupy it. On the other hand, there’s the world’s creator, who has shown herself to be…well, a terrible person. Yesterday, I watched the reunion special on HBO Max, because despite that woman
Christmas is just a week away. It doesn’t feel like Christmas though. I don’t know if it’s the exhaustion of the last two years, or the continued and continuing pandemic, or just my own general malaise, but this holiday season seems so…flat. I’m not a huge Christmas fan anyway, at least not like I was
I spent my weekend split between writing and watching whatever random thing caught my attention on Netflix/Prime/Disney/Hulu while crocheting. I’ve had trouble finding a pattern I liked for a sweater I want to make, so I’m embarking on the path of creating one. Not sure how that’s gonna work, but I’m giving it a go.
It’s been a tough week, Readers. I’ve had some really down days and I am struggling my way out. I am currently fighting off a serious restlessness. This is the time of year when I most crave travel. I want to throw some clothes and road food into the car, pack up my camera and
Today’s the day! It’s Star Wars day! I have a ticket to see The Rise of Skywalker at 5pm tonight. I am super excited, and also fairly anxious. I mean, this story has been a part of my life since I was 9 years old. It has helped to shape who I am as a