One of the downsides of a vivid imagination is the games it plays when the lights go out. Am I the only one still scared of the dark even though I'm well into adulthood?

Many of you who follow me know that I love movies. I love seeing movies, going to the movies, talking about movies, movie trivia, movie nights--all things movies. I follow movies like others follow sports, so I often say the Oscars is my SuperBowl. Throughout the movie "season", I keep on eye on all the chatter to see which movies, directors, writers, actors, actresses, etc are likely to be nominated for an Oscar. I watch the results of the Golden Globes awards, the Screen Ac

This is actually a throwback post. As I was folding clothes today and looking at the permanently etched streaks across the side of my...

This is a flashback to a post I did in 2013, but the gist of it still rings true. I still don't like the unknown. I'm still not fond of taking risks without some assurance of the outcome. But if there's anything I've learned in the thirteen years since I originally posted this, it's that the road ahead will always lead to the unknown. We might as well embrace it.