This morning as I sat quietly on the train reading a book about prayer, a tall woman got on at 103rd and stood in front of me. She looked like Dorothy Zbornak if Dorothy had survived a long bout with cancer and was entering the world again for the first time. Her cloudy grey hair […]Read more "Collecting Things"
“Don’t you love New York in the fall?” That’s what Tom Hanks asks Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail. My mental romance with autumn in New York began with that movie—Read more "“Don’t You Love New York In the Fall?”"
Of all the things I love to do in New York, going to an afternoon movie is one of my favorites. I love the transition from walking through the hustle and bustle streets to sitting in the storytelling vacuum of a dark theater, then emerging back into the madcap fray when it’s over. It’s a […]Read more "My Wonder Women"
When Jurassic Park hit theaters, it changed my life. I was ten, my brother was seven, and my father took us to see the dinosaur movie. We went to the dollar theater sometimes, but we weren’t huge moviegoers so this was a big deal. As I sat in the theater and watched those creatures resurrected […]Read more "Jurassic Park Made Me a Writer"
When I’ve had the opportunity to interview actors from shows that warrant fan booths at conventions, I’ve tried to get into the spirit of things. I decide, This will be the year I put on a Thor costume or dress up as Bane from Batman (The Animated Series version, not the Dark Knight). But every […]Read more "Comic Con: Battle of the Super-Fans"
I had nothing to do today so I decided to take myself to an afternoon movie. The theater I prefer isn’t near my apartment so it requires a trek downtown, a sacrifice I’m willing to make. It was the sort of summer day when the wafting scent of sun-warmed tar on the streets reminded me […]Read more "Summers in the Air"
One of the most significant landmarks of my upbringing was Crider Road. Nestled between two Dallas suburbs, the trees clung to its entrance like heavy curtains making it feel more like a passage into Middle Earth than a service road in North Texas. The road wasn’t gravel but couldn’t be defined as fully paved either […]Read more "On Crider Road, Kick-the-Can & Change Around the Bend"