Charlie Stole My Tiger

Tigers have always been “my thing.” For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with them. They represent strength and beauty, cunning and intelligence. In my 9th grade art class, I created a tiger batik that hangs on my bedroom wall to this day. Furthermore, my friends can testify that Survivor’s “Eye OfContinue reading “Charlie Stole My Tiger”

Bye Bye, Charlie Harper Guy

The Oscars are tonight, and I’m looking forward to the telecast. I generally avoid awards shows – there’s only so much excessive self-congratulatory back-patting spread out over three or four hours that a person can take – but I never miss the Academy Awards. I’m a movie fanatic, and this year I’ve seen all tenContinue reading “Bye Bye, Charlie Harper Guy”