I actually gasped when I saw which poem you'd posted; that's been one of my favorites since I stumbled across it as a high school nerd. The way it makes the mundane weird and magical ... so with that, after lurking around your page for ages and loving your words; I had to subscribe, as a small way to pay back the joy you've brought. Your insights helped me survive the Dabb catastrophe of Supernatural, too, when I felt like some kind of Cassandra screaming "they're ruining it!" into the void. Anyway, thank you for your observations; I enjoy learning from you.
A confession: from a lifelong Elvis fan who's sat through a lot of his movies: I paid money to see Clambake at the Devon Theatre on Tremont Ave in the Bronx. But I walked out after 20 minutes
I actually gasped when I saw which poem you'd posted; that's been one of my favorites since I stumbled across it as a high school nerd. The way it makes the mundane weird and magical ... so with that, after lurking around your page for ages and loving your words; I had to subscribe, as a small way to pay back the joy you've brought. Your insights helped me survive the Dabb catastrophe of Supernatural, too, when I felt like some kind of Cassandra screaming "they're ruining it!" into the void. Anyway, thank you for your observations; I enjoy learning from you.
STUNNING ! Thank you Sheila for putting these words on the page. I'm flattened. Love you !
A confession: from a lifelong Elvis fan who's sat through a lot of his movies: I paid money to see Clambake at the Devon Theatre on Tremont Ave in the Bronx. But I walked out after 20 minutes
Huge ten years, Sheila. So proud of the career you have forged since Roger reached out to you. He knew what he was doing. As usual 😁❤️❤️❤️
I just wanted to read your essay about After Hours and now I have to DIE FOR IT??