Across television, film, and Zoom theatre, here's what got me through 2020.

An event worth braving the cold, dark winter.

Sex dreams, ghostly melodies, and the loving, complicated nature of friendship marked this year.

Make that four, Lorelai.

Fall provides a charming backdrop for reflection.

Love can be a real nightmare whether you choose a married man, ghost or murderer.

Spellbound shenanigans and memorable covens are abound.

Oh, to be young and in Chicago.

Does a story need to be told or is it merely an extension of a high profile star's rise to fame?

Justice for its titular heroine and so much more.

How many fucks do they give? None. Not one.

A loud, proud homage to the LGBTQIA community.

Queerness deserves to be celebrated year round.

June came, seen, and conquered.

A variety of lived experiences with the connective tissue of queer identity, relationships, and issues.

We are filled with pride as we celebrate June.

A dusty, Russian classic feels crisp and amusing.

Sisters do it for themselves despite the pressures of family, friends, and self-doubt.

An interactive experience with less glitz, more grit.

These past two weeks shaped up to be deeper than originally anticipated tackling subjects of addiction and trauma through various means.