Many people cringe over the holiday formletters that inundate mailboxes during December and early January. A good number, in fact, begin with an apology for sending such a quasi-personal missive. The rest begin with the line, "It's hard to believe Christmas/December is here already."
In my last column I talked about the fabulous onion soup I was preparing for New Year's Eve. I told you how I make it, and even mentioned that it was the very first soup I learned to make when I was a culinary student. I didn't mention the tears that ran down my wife's face as I began slicing. But I'll mention them now, because onions are certainly nothing to cry about.
I've come to hate the "Holidays." I don't like shopping, baking, or cooking. My desire to socialize drops with the temperature. My job gets more stressful, my kids get more demanding, and I see a definite increase in stupid behavior (my own).
Joel Schumacher's retelling of Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical The Phantom of the Opera is less magnificent than its on-stage counterpart. Many elements of the stage production that thrive because of their simplicity are overindulged in the film.
Anna Chlumsky had a very normal childhood. K to eight at Grace Lutheran School in River Forest. High school at Walther Lutheran. She was a teenage nerd, she admits, "home watching Star Wars again and studying for AP tests."