It didn’t help that the church could encourage the kind of thinking I battled, with sermons calling you to assess your naturally selfish heart and take hold of your mind with the iron grip of Christ until you’ve molded it into a humble servant of God.
I know it’s open-hearted and on the goofy side, but so am I and so is Brendan Fraser.
“Do you have a rolling pin?” I ask her. “No, but I have a wine bottle that’ll do the trick,” she replies.
I had to hype myself up to buy a pack of three dollar udon at the grocery store—I certainly can’t afford the forty dollar Roblox gift cards.
When her paper (which has a surprising travel budget) assigns her to cover the rival’s return to the rink, Halle heads off to Christmas, Canada, ready for revenge.
On Christmas of 2015, only the snobbiest of film snobs knew who Harvey Weinstein was, and President Donald Trump was a punchline.
At almost every song choice, someone is yelling “THIS IS A GREAT SONG!!!”
But there’s something hopeful about preparing soil in October and November for late-fall planting, measuring the spacing, carving divots, and pushing the individual cloves a few inches under the soil, and waiting.
Half-frozen with no bird or angel declaring it as special and life-changing or even still alive.
I decided to give it another try, despite my initial disappointment (misplaced, I think).
