Going to the theater to see a movie has become a rare occurrence for me. A film has to scream my name to get me to spend the money and effort to go. Usually, it’s when I’ve read a great book and hope for at least a good movie out of the deal. However, with Chef, I was...
Ode to Dawn Wiener: A love letter.
Once upon a time in the 7th grade, brace yourselves... I was dork. Gawky, insecure, socially and physically awkward. The boys routinely called me "ugly" and made fun everything from my penchant for mismatched slouch socks and M.C. Hammer pants, to my hair that was...