He couldn’t see her in the tiny storage closet, but he could smell her. She smelled like home. Not his home, which reeked of greasy pizza boxes and inside-out underwear, but home. She smelled of sweet pea body wash and the mint chocolate-chip gum she always kept a pack of in her purse. That was… Continue reading In a Storage Closet in Paris.
I finally made it to see Get Out last night, and wow. It was such an amazing movie. It was so deep, chilling, and thought-provoking. Living in San Francisco, you are always going to be in a theater full of white people, but it was such an interesting experience watching this movie in particular with… Continue reading Get Out: Leaving the Theater with a Numb Body and Jumping Mind.