I have spent a large portion of my life pretending to be things I am very much not. In middle school, I pretended I understood whatever band everyone else suddenly swore had “changed their life,” nodding along like I’d memorized… Continue Reading →
The year is 1993. I’m 8 years old, visiting Orlando with my family for a trip to Disney World. After a few days filled with scorching heat and roller coasters, we decided to go to the theater to watch a… Continue Reading →
Before watching Jon Chu’s adaptation of Wicked, I felt like the only person who had never seen the famous Broadway musical. I didn’t grow up in a family that attended musicals, although we did enjoy the music from Cats and… Continue Reading →
