This year, I reached a wonderful point in my life when my daughters’ tutu dance parties in the family room and a few more visits to the gym superseded the necessity to write about movies. I’m good with this. I’m a firm believer in a life that evolves. If anything, time to simply watch a... Continue Reading →
Casa Bonita Mi Amor!
As a native Coloradan, the smell of chlorine-infused sopapillas and sight of gorilla-trodden, orange-tiled floors are ingrained in my nostalgic brain. Casa Bonita was the most shameless, self-proclaimed spectacle in Denver, and the bad food was the beloved affirmation. My parents surprised my brothers and I with a limo ride to the pink wonder when... Continue Reading →