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First of all this entire post is one massive f*cking spoiler so please stop reading if you care about the season finale of Loki and have not watched it. There are also semi-spoilers/speculation about Ant-Man toward the end. The last important caveat being that I’m a pretty passive Marvel fan, in that I’ve only seen the movies (all of them!) and watched X-Men: The Animated Series when it was airing live in primetime. …

First Things First

Having spent 10+ years on Twitter, 15+ years on Facebook (and MySpace, and Black Planet, and Dallas Peeps, and Xanga, and…), and after frequently and ruthlessly curating my online experience — I realized that despite my best efforts, the quality of my time online was getting worse and worse. Taking into consideration all that we know of 2021 — surviving a pandemic, the continued decline of our nation, and the hell pit that is our news cycle — I still feel like one of the things that impact me most (through volume and persistence) is the constant…

or The Trouble With Saying Goodbye

Mama used to make this dessert when we were kids, lemon bars for the first day of summer vacation. They were like the perfect hit of sweet and tart, the kind that clenched your jaw, and I used to love eating them ice cold. On days when it was really hot, we’d have dinner on the table in the backyard and when we’d cleaned our plates, mama would cut one up for me and Shayla to share. …

‘Montero (Call Me By Your Name)’ is the perfect reintroduction

Lil Nas X at the MTV Video Music Video Awards at the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey, on August 26, 2019. Photo: Efren Landaos/SOPA Images/LightRocket/Getty Images

I watched the “Montero (Call Me By Your Name)” video no less than five consecutive times when it dropped at midnight last Friday, March 26.

When I randomly couldn’t sleep at 6 a.m. later that morning (symptoms of surviving a pandemic), I rolled over and watched it some more. I won’t go over all of the dope little nuances and easter eggs Lil Nas X packed into three minutes and 10 seconds; Mikelle Street did, and you should go read about them. …

Photo Credit: Julieta Cervantes

Aaron Sorkin takes a harder look at the American classic

When I found out Aaron Sorkin, one of my favorite writers and master of messy, complex and impassioned dialogue, was taking a pass at To Kill A Mockingbird, I set google alerts for ticket announcements immediately.

Maybe a year later, I purchased two tickets to what would be my first broadway play and this past January, a little over 6 months later, I was seated in the orchestra with a good friend ready to be wowed.

Full context, I was not a fan of To Kill A Mockingbird when we read it in school. Not because of it’s slow, southern-summer…

Grief is a still, small voice that gently reminds you of its sender in the loud and quiet times, but particularly when you’ve found some period of less discomfort while your world is crashing. My father is dead.

We sat around a long, high table in the beautiful, but too warm, atrium of our small town hotel. Quiet hugs, handshakes and tearful smiles were the language of our introductions and it was all we could do to keep from ripping our clothes and crying out in pain. That time had come and gone.

We crowd-sourced ideas on how to plan…

Asen lay on the couch with his head resting on it’s arm, looking out of the window. He and Cal had planned their schedules to avoid seeing each other today, but when Asen got home from the gym earlier his door jammed and wouldn’t close fully. After realizing it wasn’t something he could fix, he called building maintenance and prayed that this was some ironic omen.

Cal showed up on schedule, if he was surprised to see Asen it didn’t show. He moved about the apartment with an unfamiliar steadiness — like he was a stranger in someone else’s house…

Photo by Corey Agopian on Unsplash

The truth about letting go

I used to miss people I saw on the train.

That’s crazy, right? You don’t have to say it. It’s crazy.

I don’t know when it started, but there’s a moment when you lock eyes with someone and feel it immediately. Not the accidental “we're sharing a space” eye contact. And not the polite acknowledgement that someone needs to pass, or would like to sit, or the silent sorry your eyes give when you don’t speak, but mouth the words and furrow your brow.

Not that.

There have been moments where I’ve lived whole heartbreaks with people I’ve only brushed…

“And now we wait.”

Dr. Tobin quietly rested his stethoscope around his neck and met the gaze of everyone standing in attendance. Sentinels, somber and guarded within themselves, awaiting the finality of a moment they’d been steeling their nerves against for months.

It was sunny that day. Not just blue and cloudless, but the the bird songs were brighter, the leaves of the trees were a bit more conversational, and laughter seemed to travel just a bit further on the summer winds. It was as if nature came together in concerted defiance of the weight of one family’s collective emotions…


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