by mike | Mar 24, 2022 | Aging, Films About Writers, Humor, Movies, Musical Theater, Uncategorized, Writing |
A truly forgotten film. Too bad. This post first ran in 2018. I can’t say that the 2018 comedy, Humor Me, did poorly at the box office. That’s because it did almost NO box office. It just sort of came and went, and we all missed it…and that’s a shame, as it definitely...
by mike | Mar 14, 2022 | Aging, Life, Uncategorized, Writing |
Yeah, I turned 76 last week, and to tell the truth, approaching that number kind of weirded me out. Not sure why; maybe inching closer to 80 (eee-yoo!) had something to do with it. Whatever. I’ve never been one to subscribe to the “76 is the new 56” mode of thinking,...
by mike | Jan 6, 2022 | Aging, Films About Writers, Humor, Life, Movies, Uncategorized, Writing |
Let’s hear it for women who find the courage to tell the patriarchy where to shove it! This post first ran in 2018. In this, the era of #MeToo, when women are making it clear that they’re fed up with the bullshit to which they’ve been subjected from men since the days...
by mike | Dec 27, 2021 | Aging, Books, Life, Movie Lines, Movies, Science Fiction, Uncategorized |
I first ran this post seven years ago, and a few times since. Does life change much? You be the judge. As the year 2021 comes to an end this week, I got to thinking: how in the name of Zeus’s butthole did it pass so quickly?! I guess when a year is 1/75th of your...
by mike | Nov 8, 2021 | Aging, Books, Editing, Publishing, Read & Critique, Uncategorized, Writers' Conferences, Writers' Retreat, Writing |
To be honest, I had planned on working into my seventies—where I am now. As a writing coach, editor, and teacher I totally enjoyed what I did, especially when I saw so many of my students and clients find success as published authors. So what changed? I’ll get to...
by mike | Aug 16, 2021 | Aging, Baseball, Books, Fantasy, Ghosts, Magical realism, Movie Lines, Movies, Sports, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
“Three years ago at dusk on a spring evening, when the sky was a robin’s-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick, I was sitting on the veranda of my farm home in eastern Iowa when a voice very clearly said to me, ‘If you build it, he will come.’” Those words...
