Jody Amable

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.

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

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.”

FINALLY someone acknowledges professional boundaries at Hogwarts.

A new feature with music picks tailor-made to ensure your weekend jam sessions are absolutely ravishing.

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

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 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.

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

A few weeks back, I got looped into an Instagram chat with some coworkers from one of my gigs, who were snarking about the fact that the