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 →
I have a deep love for anthology horror films. They remind me of digging into a trick-or-treat bag at the end of Halloween night: You dump it all out on the floor, not knowing what you are going to find…. Continue Reading →
