I want to talk about Sisyphus, Dear Reader. Though I missed the cultural zeitgeist of the Percy Jackson books and have very little...

Home has been on my mind, Dear Reader. Not my home, specifically, or any physical house for that matter, but rather the concept of Home....

Dear Reader, there is something about me that you simply must understand before we continue. For the majority of my young life, I have...

Hello, Dear Reader. I would never wish to be rude and ignore the elephant in the room, so let us discuss my absence of late from this...

The twelve days of Christmas have long since past, Dear Reader, and I know this post is late. But I hope you will afford me a little...

Dear Reader, I have something I must confess to you. I am a pine-er. I am one who pines. I pine. And I am embarrassed to tell you that I...

I do not believe that I am the right person for this job. However, by starting this blog I have put myself in a position where I find it...

Oh, Dear Reader, I have lived a lifetime during these past few weeks. Life is always a marathon, but lately life has more akin to a...

I must be honest with you, dear reader. I have only experienced a fraction of Murder, She Wrote. I first discovered Cabot Cove in the...

Dear Reader, brevity has never been my strong suit. But I will try to be as succinct as I can, as I have had a sudden MSW epiphany but...

Or: I am Convinced Angela Lansbury Read The Stranger Beside Me. Let's talk about season 1, episode 6, Lovers and other Killers. Look,...

This is my lament for Grady Fletcher. Poor, poor Grady Fletcher — who has, perhaps, one of the most jarring character arcs of anyone...