There is this beautiful old theater outside of Columbus, Ohio in the suburb of Bexley. When I was growing up, it was the closest theater that showed indie and foreign films. It was where they played Much Ado About Nothing during its cinematic run in 1993, and where I went to see it with my…
Sandwiched as it is between the Academy Awards and the mid-season premiere of GCB, which boasts one of my favorites in the lead, it seems like a perfect time to make a list of actresses that I like. If I were to summarize in one word the style of acting that most appeals to me,…
Art & Anniversaries As of Saturday, Shawna and I have officially been together for fourteen years. Last year, Shawna’s youngish cousin asked how long we’d been together and we responded the correct number of years at the time – which was close to thirteen – and his child-like eyes got huge as he replied, “That’s…
My Mug This is my mug. The one from which I drink coffee. It bears the design of one of three mugs purchased from a Disney outlet way back when for like $5, but it’s not that mug. I dropped the original Donald mug a few years ago on a tile floor and, as one might…
Treasures It’s a little pine cone found on a walk. And a tiny kidney bean. Plus, one that didn’t quite make it to ripe. Because if someone tells me that something is a treasure, I usually believe it. The notepad is one of my favorite souvenirs from a hotel. A Marriott, though I don’t…
Trains & Art Therapy My dad made me love trains. Because he loved trains. He used to take one from Ohio to Virginia to visit my grandma’s family when he was young. He used to take us on train rides on vacations. I had a train set as a kid, and he used to put one…