I did it. I finally did it. Why did I do it to myself? Possibly because Halloween was this week. I watched Coco. Last night, after a perfectly fine Friday, and good week for that matter, I scrolled through Netflix and chose Coco. I wanted to end the day by watching a movie, not a … More Sherring’s Goodwatch: Coco
My calendar has been marked with the release date of When the Bough Breaks for months. After watching a version of the trailer on Facebook for the first time, September 9, 2016, could not come quickly enough. From the creepy, slowed down remake of Brandy and Monica’s 1998 hit song The Boys is Mine to a … More Sherring’s Goodwatch: Morris Chestnut
I was auditing files in my USB to clear up space when I saw one called “Year in Review.” The Date Modified was 11/19/2013. I can’t remember if it was a running tally or a year-end round-up of my activities and experiences of 2013. It’s probably not the former because it’s not in order. Some … More Bullet Journaling Before I Knew What It Was
Yeah, OK, I took a long break. An unintended break at that. My apologies. I’ve already admitted that blogging is hard. It’s not that I don’t have a passion for it. I’m busy living and enjoying life, rather than writing about it. I’ve been so busy, I haven’t read a whole book. In my defense, … More TV Shows Go on Hiatus; Why Can’t I?
This post is part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. When I was in high school, I read Upton Sinclair’s novel The Jungle about the meat-packing industry. I stopped eating meat for about a month. More than once I’ve heard someone say that if I knew what went into hot dogs (and sausages), I … More Hot Dog? Hot Dog!
So the Oscars are over. Unlike past years, it wasn’t pure torture to watch. This is coming from someone who likes (used to love) to watch award shows. Hello, ALMA, GLAAD and Country Music Awards. They are usually a chance to see once in a lifetime collaborations, performances and tributes. Despite the #OscarsSoWhite controversy and … More #ChrisRockSoFunny
No matter my chosen form of escapism, before the journey of relaxation, wonderment or suspended disbelief runs its course, I get hurled back into the reality I’m trying to forget for just a moment. I never want to forget the mother I lost to ovarian cancer when I was eight years old, but sometimes I … More Wistfulness, Longing Nostalgia and Melancholy
