My Movie (Part 2)

After thirty straight minutes of Johnny begging, Daniel persuading, and me looking forlorn with puppy-dog eyes, we finally coerced their ever-agreeable mom, who had just pulled into their driveway, to drive us to the mall. We just told her we wanted to get Molly something for her birthday, even though that’d already been bought. But we needed a way to purchase the technological wonder with our hard earned cash, so …continue…

My Movie

I like to tell people I’m from California. There’s so much glitz and glitter associated with the place. People think being from there means you must have some access to it. As far as I know that may actually be true. Californians may be our modern Olympians, and Hollywood our modern Olympus, but I wouldn’t really know. I was born in California- but I, along with my small yet growing …continue…