I cant sleep. The two things that seem to be keeping me awake are: 1.) short stories about possible reasons why some guy just knocked on our door at 2:30am and then walked away when he heard our demon dog barking and 2.) memories of my early childhood, when we lived in Missouri, right around the time that my Dad left ( Read more... )

A friend of mine works at Disney as Prince Caspian. Whenever we make fun of him in public he makes us stop, not because he is embarrassed, but because, he explained, if a little child heard, who had seen him at Disney and who had really believed that they had met the real Prince Caspian, it would break their little heart to find out that Prince ( Read more... )

For most of us, we are a generation who is more often than not misunderstood by our parents. My parents don't know me because I always run when I hear their footsteps. And once they catch me, dumping information and notions on me like bricks, I'm quickly looking around for a way out ( Read more... )

I had forgotten how much I loved the movie "An American Tale," until I plugged it in for the kids today. Goosebumps raised on my skin and tears began to creep up on me when I heard the opening melody. Flashes of me as a girl, swept through my head. I sat in my room for hours, practicing songs that I never intended to perform - I just loved ( Read more... )