Move

I didn’t appreciate my body until I couldn’t move without pain.

And The Oscar Goes To

Every year my cinephile friend Gariana Abeyta would post her Oscar picks on my now defunct blog. So I asked her to give them to me this year so I could post them here. As usual, we agree on some (because I’m right) and disagree on others (because she’s wrong).

The Perils of an Eager Young Mind

Some memories just stay with you. There’s one in particular I’ve hung onto for some reason, like an old snapshot pulled from a box full of memories. In fact, the more time goes by the more it seems like it never really happened. But it did.