For the longest time, I had very little appreciation for film as an art form. Hollywood cinema seemed, to me, an extraordinarily vapid form of entertainment devoid of any true meaning, with very few exceptions. As a lifelong bibliophile, I have long preferred reading. For one thing, no movie could ever possibly capture the detail…
Month: April 2018
When a Labor of Love Becomes Just a Labor
As April draws to a close, I can’t help but think… here we are in the fourth month of the year, and I have blogged exactly one time. What happened? Or rather I should ask, what continues to happen, because this is a repeated incident if my previous false starts at blogging are any indication….
