It annoys me when Variety and The Hollywood Reporter refer to screenwriters as “Scribes.” The trade papers call directors “Helmers,” which is to say the captains of great vessels. They call actors “Stars,” glittering bodies in the firmament. But for writers they...

Their mother read them the note their father left taped to the hot water heater at the foot of the cellar stairs, only moments after she read it to herself. Though some things become lost in the folds of memory—the name of that classmate once loved from afar, a short...

The parking lot at the Camelot doesn’t have much tree shade, and it was 115 degrees that Saturday afternoon, which was her true reason for going to the movies in the first place. The palm trees offered little shade and the fonds could fall on your car with no wind at...