I discovered Kinky’s “Más” this morning on a music subreddit, after spending most of the night with fever, sneezing, and coughing as this flu bug peaked. Chasing one last tissue, one extra dose of medicine, always one more something that never quite satisfied, the song caught me and held me, its repeated más echoing my restless state.ContinueContinue reading “Más: Futility in a Catchy Beat”
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Walking the Long Road from The Shire: Remembering ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’
I remember sitting in the theater in December of 2001, not fully aware that something formative was unfolding before me. The Shire appeared on screen, warm and unhurried, a place both fantastical and familiar, like a memory I had yet to have. Only later did it become clear that The Fellowship of the Ring, first releasedContinueContinue reading “Walking the Long Road from The Shire: Remembering ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’”
Walking the Long Road Through Shadow: Remembering ‘The Two Towers’
By the time The Two Towers arrived on December 18, 2002, the road no longer felt new. The wonder of Middle-earth remained, but it was tempered by strain, uncertainty, and the first true shadows of conflict. Helm’s Deep at nightfall, awaiting the battle to come. Unlike The Fellowship of the Ring, which introduced us to the Shire’s warmthContinueContinue reading “Walking the Long Road Through Shadow: Remembering ‘The Two Towers’”
Most Novembers I Break Down and Cry
“I can’t remember if we said goodbye.” That line from Emmylou Harris’s cover of “Goodbye” always gets me, and did again this morning, coffee in hand before the sun cleared the piney woods. It’s a simple lyric, almost plain-spoken, but it carries an unexpected weight. The kind that comes not from tragedy, but from uncertaintyContinueContinue reading “Most Novembers I Break Down and Cry”
In Memoriam: Edith Mary Tolkien (1889–1971)
On November 29, 1971, Edith Mary Tolkien slipped quietly from this world when she was eighty-two, leaving behind a life woven into the fabric of her family and the imagination of Middle-earth. To the world, she may have seemed the quiet wife of J.R.R. Tolkien, but her life was more complex than any simple label.ContinueContinue reading “In Memoriam: Edith Mary Tolkien (1889–1971)”