Intense dramas, thrilling action movies and hilarious comedies all have their places at the movie theater, but sometimes I just want to turn my brain off after a long day and enjoy a ridiculous film I can laugh at for being bad. That’s why I love B-movies.
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If my readers have been following me on Twitter ( @MWilcoxHD ), I’m sure you all have seen several instances where I’ve expressed my frustration with finding a new home through the social media site. With the end of my lease approaching at the end of this month, I might have been hitting the “panic” button as I struggled to find an affordable house to rent with two other roommates. Thankfully, I’m not going to be homeless come April’s end. My roommate was able to secure a lovely home for us to rent, and I’m completely enamored with it.
I think I have mentioned before that one of my all-time favorite movies is “The Birds” by Alfred Hitchcock. That movie is the very definition of a thriller to me.
Being rich enough to not have to worry about money is pretty much the American dream, and I think most people would love the opportunity to live life that way.
It’s already been a year of big changes and steep learning curves for this ol’ country gal. Glad I’ve got a sense of humor because I’m going to need it to survive the culture shock of my new living situation.
In the past few weeks, I have often stayed up way too late and perhaps spent way too much time binge watching a TV series I found completely engrossing.
As everyone with kids knows, parenting is a full time job, so I’ve got more stories than I have room to write about in a Good Morning column like this one. And I can only imagine that writing about the same thing every time I wrote one of these columns would get old for readers, so our editor has given me a regular column to explore my adventures in parenting.
Those who have read this space often might know that I am an Anglophile.
It’s funny how when we start reminiscing about something, the memories just pour out of us. For example, mention Europe and I’m likely to go into a tale about my semester spent there. I’ll tell you about the time we got stuck in a small Italian town where there was no room in the hostel and spent the night in the train station,which was a shack. Or about the trip to Romania where I watched a child dig a store-bought sandwich out of the trash can after I had thrown it away because it tasted a bit off.
Since April in National Poetry Month, the Herald Democrat has been running locally written original poems in our paper.