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Yesterday I lashed out in anger and disgust at Amazon Studios and their new venture into the world of movie-producing. However, upon closer perusal of the Terms of Use and Development Agreement, I think I owe them a big thanks. Yes, you heard that correctly.… Read full post »

Amazon, no longer satisfied to just be the online source for all things entertainment, has decided to get into the content game itself. With the launch of Amazon Studios, they declare they want to bridge the access gap between writers and Hollywood by implementing the open source philosophy, which th… Read full post »

This week I've found myself flip-flopping on whether the Internet is the greatest creation ever or the downfall of civilization--emphasis on the civil. It seems the whole .www community has forgotten the motherly advice of "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."

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I grew up in rural Indiana--a half hour or so from Louisville, Kentucky, three hours from Indianapolis and seemingly a thousand miles from any culture. As an artistic, introverted and intellectually curious teenager, who also just happened to be a six-foot tall and decidedly not-athletic girl, I felt… Read full post »

A couple of months ago, I was reminiscing publicly on Facebook – like you do – that 23 years ago in May I moved to New York City.  That would be 1987, for those of you, like me, who have to count that out on your fingers.  Two days… Read full post »

When I was a kid, I swore Bigfoot lived in the woods behind our house.  It was the 1970’s, so I blame it on Leonard Nimoy and the television series “In Search Of.”  By the bright light of day, I was brave and roamed all over our eighty-acre farm with our/… Read full post »

Music wasn’t necessarily a hereditary gift or logical choice for me to express myself. My mother is completely tone death, and I’ve never heard my Mom or Dad sing along with the radio or to themselves in the shower. My grandfather on my mother’s side of the family was… Read full post »

My friendships from grade school to junior high through high school shifted and morphed.   Terri, supposedly my best friend from grade school, quickly faded from the picture as she became a “hood,” which meant she was one of the rough crowd and hung out in the smoking area. &nbs… Read full post »

When I was six years old, I thought I knew all about love -- and his name was Davy Jones. Yes, Davy Jones of the Monkees. I didn't get to see their show on primetime, but rather on Saturday afternoons after cartoons, but before "American Bandstand." I knew somehow… Read full post »

 Note:  I wrote this essay after Memorial weekend of 2008.  More than a year later, after the worst month in Iraq since the beginning of the war, it seemed an appropriate reminder of what was going on over there.

            I sat/… Read full post »