Jody Amable

I'm 30 years old and stuck in San Jose, the hometown I always wanted to leave. What happened?

FINALLY someone acknowledges professional boundaries at Hogwarts.

In the aftermath of my mom passing, I've learned to reconcile our rocky relationship with the knowledge that she loved me.

Forget a cute story of wizard wonderment — the real moral of Harry Potter is that life is an endless parade of pain and turmoil where you have to watch everyone you’ve ever loved die.

The neighbors turned their lights off. My dog fell sound asleep. I kept reading. And at 1:03 am, I finished. All was well.

According to the magazine, women need special help understanding sports. Cue the glorious, hilarious Twitter outrage.

Like most nerd realms, music writing is a predominantly male world. Especially if, like me, your greatest love is classic rock.

No matter how drunk he is, he can’t NOT notice this. His hand is moving. What do I do? What do I do? Do I politely ask him to stop? Do I yell at him? Do I wheel around and whack him in the face? You don’t know what he’s doing, Jody. Calm down. Don’t make a scene.

I was waiting to finally not like a Harry Potter book, and folks, I found it. Half-Blood Prince was boring.

Creator of grungy, gritty rock and roll with a poet’s heart, her critically-lauded record, Beyond the Bloodhounds, tells tales of a tumultuous childhood and split geographical identity.