Missed opportunities.  We all have those moments we end up regretting, and it seems the longer we live, the longer that list quietly grows. Perfectly normal - hindsight has a way of sharpening everything into a chorus of “oh, if only I had…” Well, dear Dorothy, let’s not get carried away with that particular brand of self-reflective nonsense. If an opportunity slips past while you’re looking the other way, you make another one. Or you carry on and don’t give it a second thought. Simple as...

Friday 11:00 p.m.  Dear Diary, today is Friday - the day before the Big Day. You know, Show Day. The day I float onto the stage like a vision of grace, execute every dance move with breathtaking precision, and accept my standing ovation with modest, radiant humility. I have rehearsed. I am prepared. I am unstoppable. Everything is under control. The costumes fit. The music is queued. My limbs remember what they’re supposed to be doing. The universe and I are, for once, in complete alignment....

How many times have I promised you, dear Dorothy, that what you’re about to read will be short, sweet, and to the point - only to then go on and on about minute details while over-explaining every single nuance? Maybe once or twice. Okay, fine. I admit it: I say that at the start of every  blog post I write. You called me out on it, and I am here today to finally deliver on that promise… Or die trying. As we prance into the last calendar winter month of the year, let’s talk about movies! It’s...