Author Molly Lamendola

I sat on the very edge of my seat. Hands clenched on my knees, feet placed as firmly as I could get them on the floor. I could see the gleam of something unhinged in Sir Ian McKellen’s eye, a light sheen...

There was a time in my life when I was obsessed with filmmaking. It’s not a unique story, as many people would love to be the next Steven Spielberg or Wes Anderson.  While these filmmakers have been able to...

My desk is placed in the back corner of my bedroom, away from the long reach of the sunbeams that flash through my front window, its white lacquered surface collecting dust from disuse. As an expensive and...

They had everything to say to each other, but silence permeated the room. It wore heavily on the young couple, the dark circles darkening and the sore, sore muscles growing more rigid with time or age,...

If you were to click the first option on the GPS, Fairfield University is roughly 3 hours from my front doorstep. There’s just one problem with that first route — I detest highways. This isn’t any bother...

When entering Bellarmine Hall for the first time, the experience can be a bit daunting. It’s a big manor, located just a stone’s throw away from many of the academic buildings on campus and stands out...