Monthly Archives: April 2016

Dearly Beloved…

When my hubs sent me a text yesterday, informing me that Prince had died, I thought it was an internet hoax—you know, one of those annoying Facebook stories people keep reposting without checking the facts? No way…


And then it was confirmed. It’s not even funny the amount of blogs and news sites I clicked on yesterday. If you were on the internet at all yesterday, you couldn’t dodge the announcement: “Prince Found Dead In Elevator.”


You see, the man was iconic to me. I’ve always loved his music and knew he was a musical prodigy. I’ve known for years he wrote Sinead O’Connor’s ballad, “Nothing Compares 2 U” and that he sang it live with Rosie Gaines. And while I wasn’t a fan of his sense of fashion, it didn’t stop me from giving him props for wearing stack-heeled boots since he was, in fact, a tiny guy.


The first time I heard the soundtrack to “Purple Rain” was in a scrap of a town called Hornbrook at my friend Nicki’s house. Of course, we listened to “Darling Nikki,” none the wiser about its true meaning as wide-eyed sixth graders. My parents would’ve probably grounded me from ever going over to Nicki’s house again, but I still know the songs to the “Purple Rain” soundtrack by heart.


Honestly, I hadn’t planned on writing a blog about Prince or The Artist Formerly Known As Prince. Didn’t want ya’ll to know that the only time I visited Minneapolis, I made my friend drive by Paisley Park just so I could say I did it (without hyperventilating). But then another friend sent me a Facebook repost (from John Tesh, no less) last night and it struck a chord:


“For people who don’t understand why others mourn the death of artists, you need to understand that these people have been a shoulder to cry on. Our rock. They’ve been family, friends, leaders, teachers and role models. Many have taught us what we need to know and what to do when times get rough.


They’ve helped us move on. They’ve pushed us out of bed.


They’ve helped us live when nobody else had the time to. Artists have inspired us in endless ways and have been with us through stages in our lives.


We’ve made memories with them. So when they die, a part of us dies.”


I’m not saying that Prince was my rock, but his music is carved in the walls of my life. I will sing “Let’s go crazy, let’s get nuts. Let’s look for the purple banana ’til they put us in the truck” loudly and not even care what you think.


Artists, no matter their medium, have the capacity to make memories. I hope someday, my writing will make someone reminisce—but I won’t wear a purple, velvet or satin coat or change my name to a symbol.


P.S. I’m not ashamed to say “Purple Rain” was on the DVD player last night.

Second Star to the Right…

Last night, I introduced Thing 1 and Thing 2 to my favorite version of Peter Pan. The aptly named “Peter Pan,” released in 2003 stars Jeremy Sumpter in the pivotal role, with Rachel Hurd-Wood as Wendy Darling. Rounding out the cast are Jason Isaacs as Mr. Darling/Hook, Olivia Williams as Mrs. Darling and Lynn Redgrave as Aunt Millicent. I won’t bore you with a plot run down because if you haven’t watched or read any version Peter Pan, you may have just crawled out from under a rock.

dvd picThe two unknown, young actors slipped into their roles and solidly possessed them. Formerly suffering from a cartoon or female interpretation, Peter Pan finally gets a fresh actor to peel back the layers of the only boy who will never grow old. This film gleans closer to J.M. Barrie’s book and Peter is not as carefree as he pretends to be. His cocky smile and mischievous nature coupled with his messy hair and dirty hands lend to the boy’s adventurous nature. But the film isn’t Peter’s story…it is Wendy’s.


In this version, Wendy is on the cusp of becoming a Victorian woman, forced out of sword fights and story-telling and into her own room. So when she sees the handsome boy, offering her adventures, luring her from the window, it is in her nature to hesitate and be responsible.“Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you’ll never, never have to worry about grown up things again,” Peter whispers into Wendy’s ear. Her expression is one of enchantment and wonder. Who wouldn’t want to have to leave their troubles all behind?


Wendy and her brothers, clad in only their pajamas, fly off to Neverland, in its full Technicolor glory. Thing 1 thought the colors were over-the-top until she was reminded that it was an imaginary land that was run by a boy who flew. Suddenly, cotton candy colored clouds made sense. (all hail the alliteration!)


Peter Pan’s nemesis, Hook, takes on a much more adult role in this version. He is old and bitter. That said, he is the one who ultimately discovers Peter’s secret…but I’ll get to that in a few paragraphs.


Throw in a fabulously jealous Tinkerbell, Lost Boys who are lovable but clueless and Tick-Tock, and the storyline follows pretty closely to the cartoon Disney version, with the exception of Wendy. On the precipice of becoming an adult, she is head over heels with Peter. For all of her feelings toward the boy, he resistant to admit anything on his part:


   Wendy: I think you have, Peter. And I daresay you’ve felt it yourself. For something… or… someone?

   Peter: Never. Even the sound of it offends me.

[Wendy tries to touch his face, and he jumps away]

   Peter: Why do you have to spoil everything? We have fun, don’t we? I taught you to fly and to fight. What more could there be?

   Wendy: There is so much more.

   Peter: What? What else is there?

   Wendy: I don’t know. I guess it becomes clearer when you grow up.

   Peter: Well, I will not grow up. You cannot make me! I will banish you like Tinkerbell.


   Peter: Then go home. Go home and grow up. And take your feelings with you!


And with this, Peter Pan is distinctly not a cartoon. He is a selfish boy who wants it his own way or none at all. Wendy finds herself in Hook’s company and he is more than ready to treat her as an equal, in the form of Red Hand Jane, the pirate storyteller.
When Wendy, her brothers and the Lost Boys are captured by Hook and Peter comes to their rescue, we are given another glimpse into Peter.


   Captain Hook: She was leaving you, Pan! Your Wendy was leaving you. Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are incomplete. Let us     now take a peep into the future, shall we? ‘Tis the fair Wendy. She’s in her nursery. The window is shut.

   Peter: I’ll open it.

   Captain Hook: I’m afraid the window is barred.

   Peter: I’ll call out her name!

   Captain Hook: She can’t hear you…

   Peter: No!

   Captain Hook: She can’t see you.

   Peter: Wendy!

   Captain Hook: She’s forgotten all about you.

   Peter: Stop! Please! Stop it!


The irony of Hook telling Peter that Wendy would forget—just like Peter had coached Wendy before they flew away. Unlike the neatly wrapped cartoon version, Peter deflates before the viewers. And with a pop of revelation, you realize: he loves her.


I’m sure you can guess the ending because you’ve seen it before. But do yourself a favor and watch this version and its conclusion. If you’re hit hard in the feels like Thing 1 and Thing 2 were, you’ll agree P.J. Hogan did a wonderful job directing.

Multiple Offender

Hi. I’m Sarah. And I’m a multiple offender. I like to read my favorite books over and over. Same with movies. Even music videos.


Why do I watch/listen what I love over and over? Because I love great stories. Sometimes, it’s just comforting to know Gilbert and Anne will end up together. Or that Luke and Leia kiss each other in front of her future husband.

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There is something about a set of lyrics or a certain quote and it connects with your noggin (or soul, if you’re deeper than I). I present to you, some of my favorite quotes:


“People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven’t you?” ― (Anne Shirley) L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables


“What do you despise? By this are you truly known.” ― Frank Herbert, Dune


“I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.” – (Lloyd Dobler) Cameron Crowe, Say Anything


“Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.” ― Jane Austen, Mansfield Park


“I’m not a psychopath, I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.” ― Sherlock Holmes (“Sherlock” TV series)


“Into the garbage chute, flyboy!” ― (Princess Leia) George Lucas, The Star Wars Trilogy


These aren’t for resale value, so don’t be a chump and try to rip them off for your own work. Plus, there are copyright laws. Expensive and timely laws. And I could fill pages and pages with fantastical quotes!


What are some of your favorite quotes? What movies or books are your multiple offenders?

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