Every year, the New York Botanical Gardens displays the Holiday Train Show, an intricate display of 175 famous New York landmarks and trains made from natural materials, such as bark, acorns, and cinnamon sticks.
When I was 10, my mother gave me my first copy of “Little Women” in the middle of summer. It was a bright pink paperback with a monochrome drawing of a woman’s skirt and shoes, simple and minimalistic.
The loud music, dim lighting and cheap liquor blurred my surroundings in Rick’s American Cafe, an underground hideaway for most seniors at the University of Michigan. It was the beginning of another interminable Thursday night.
In the past few weeks of January, news headlines, social media and essentially every aspect of my digital media sphere seem to have been dominated by Oscars news. Even for someone who considers herself relatively removed from the world of cinema, it’s impossible to ignore the buzz.