Jody Amable

Jon Stewart, step aside. Your heir apparent has arrived.

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.

If I let everyone off the hook for extenuating circumstances like, “He’s over 50, so he probably just doesn’t know any better,” no one’s ever going to stop calling me “sweetie.”

In this time of toy-giving, I'm reflecting on the impact one doll made on me and, I'm willing to bet, a small subset of other girls, too.

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

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

I couldn’t help but assume the reason these people were telling me not to say even a word to this troll was because women aren’t supposed to fight back. We’re supposed to rise above — to “not stoop to their level,” as my mom used to say.

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

Harnessing the courage within myself—courage I didn’t even know I had—to coolly, calmly call this guy out has made me a better human being.

The further I get into this series, the harder time I am having remembering what the eff has happened so far. You see, I am an Old Lady.