Every Tuesday night without fail, my dad and I went to the one local cinema house in town when I was a child. It was the seventies and the theatre seats were lumpy and the floor sticky from years of spilt soda, but it didn’t hamper the experience of being carried away when the lights dimmed and the previews began to roll. While we watched the new releases on the big screen each week, weekend television time was punctuated with much older films on our black and white tv. Since this was prior to VCRs, to miss seeing a movie meant it was years before having a chance to see the movie again. So, watching – or missing – movies was not to be taken lightly. Thus, my love and study of film took root, followed many years later with my master’s degree, the study of media and popular culture. When not watching films, I’m usually writingabout them. When I’m not watching or writing about films, I’m usually engaged in some creative pursuit. Nature photography has been my constant for many years, but a few years ago, I took videography, exploring short fiction, PSAs, documentaries, and music videos. Other creative outlets include doodling abstracts, oil painting, scrapbooking, and journaling. And, probably no surprise, I love reading.