As I sit here, in the Los Angeles Airport, I am reminded of how weird people are. I don’t mean that in a bad way, I actually mean it in the best way possible. As the sounds of flight announcements,...

It's clear when you look at me that I'm a True/False virgin. First of all, I look lost. I'm turning around in circles, checking my phone and my pass, standing on tip-toes to see over the crowd. I get...

“Summer of Giacomo” was everything a film should be: charming, funny and thoughtful. Most of the Italian documentary took place over one lazy, summer day. The camera, up until the final scene, always...

A lean, blonde boy stood awkwardly, one hand on his hip. His old, green back-pack sat at his feet as he posed in front of his house for the classic first day of school pictures. His red brick house stood...