We lost one of the great American mystery writers last night.
Despite my loathing of Christmas, I have a soft spot for Scrooge– and even more for the various Scrooge knockoffs.
A lot of old-school Trek fans seem to really, really hate Star Trek Discovery. As it happens, I’m an old-school Trek fan myself and I like it better than any of the new Trek shows in the last twenty-some years. Here’s why.
A Hammer horror superfan is getting the band back together.
What? All the other kids are doing it. I am caving to peer pressure.
Concluding the harrowing tale of how Julie met my family for the first time.
Going through a bunch of old stuff for last week’s column, I found this story. Thought I’d share it here. It originally saw print in a magazine called CARAVAN about fourteen years ago.
So, presented once again. From the archives, a tale of terror… the weekend when Julie met my mother.