In asking the good friends on Facebook for recommendations for good crime series like The Fall & Broadchurch, especially from BBC (British crime series), I was given SO many fantastic responses that I had to put them here, as a service to the world.

You’re welcome.

I give you, the best crime TV on Netflix and Amazon (with mentions of Hulu and other stuff I don’t have) with some info like how many seasons there are, when the next seasons are coming, etc… (The Facebook friends gave me around 50 total recommendations, so I’ll be posting more soonly.) (These first ten are ones I have watched or partially watched.)

 

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Season One released November 3, 2017        6 episodes         Netflix
(The jury is still out on whether or not there will be more seasons)
Sidenote: I'm currently watching this and loving it.


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4 Seasons on Netflix 
(The jury is out on whether or not there will be a 5th season on Netflix, 
but season 5 is expected to hit BBC1 in 2018)
Sidenote: I started watching this and was doing too much multi-tasking to
pay good enough attention. I must return to it because it was 
highly recommended by many people I like listening to.

 

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Season 2 arrived on Sundance TV in September of 2017.
Season 1 was streamable on Netflix, but not anymore. (sad face)
It seems to me Season 1 is available to stream on Amazon for $19.99
Season 2 is available to stream on HULU now.
Sidenote: Watched and loved. I had no idea there would be more
so I look forward to watching Season 2. Note to self: Is it time for Hulu?

 

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Season 1 was debuted on Netflix in August 2014.
Season 2 came to Netflix March 2016. 
You can still stream Happy Valley on Netflix and Amazon
Sidenote: I love the main character and have watched most of this show. 
Somehow I forgot I was watching it. I need to finish it. (Why can't we all just watch 
shows all day every day?) (Oh yeah, we'd be lazy and terribly unhealthy and all that.) 

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Released on Netflix July 21st, 2017 
(Still streaming, obvs.)
The Internet says the release of Season 2 is "probably sometime in 2018"
(We need an exact date for this one, amIright?)
Sidenote: A show that makes you love the bad guys for their complicated selves. Also. 
Jason Bateman. A truly gifted director and actor.

 

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4 Seasons 
Can be purchased on Amazon
(not free with Prime membership)
Still also streamable on Netflix
NO SEASON FIVE expected.
Sidenote: This was recommended so many times in my FB ask, I have no idea
why I stopped part-way through Season 2.


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Season 1 hit Netflix in 2016 with 8 episodes
Season 2 was slated to hit Netflix in 2017
(time is winding down for that goal, so keep checking)
Sidenote: This was only recommended once or twice in the comments of my FB question, 
but I truly enjoyed this show and will watch the next season.

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Seasons 1 & 2 are still available on Netflix.
Season 3 is expected December of 2017 or January 2018.
It is suspected that this will be the final season.
Sidenote: One of my favorites. I LOVED the main characters.
Can't wait for the next season!

 

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3 Seasons on Netflix, currently.
Season 4 is predicted to release on Netflix 
November or December of 2017.
(so like now, hurry up, now, thank you)
Sidenote: TOMMMMMMYYYYYY

 

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3 Seasons streaming on Netflix. No Season 4 coming.
 Sidenote: DEFINITELY dark. Not for those who have experienced
 violent trauma, sexual or otherwise. What I appreciate is the complex characters.

Stay tuned for Part 2…

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that could be lame

April 17, 2016

If you hardly ever say anything, do people listen more closely when you do?

I used to say a lot here.

My dad is one of those people that doesn’t talk that much. He is also the kind of person that, because he waits to speak, ya best listen when he does. It’s going to be worth listening to, truly. (No pressure, dad.)

My friend Jean had a stroke several years ago. It took a toll on her body and makes it so that her words come out slowly. Her brain will have it all lined up nice, words flowing to sentences and then paragraphs and pages, but it comes out like the dripping of a slow-leak faucet, or sometimes simply like a person who has had a stroke. This can be terribly frustrating for her.

It is one of the things I adore about her.

Well…that’s…lame…she said recently. And that was it. After quite a rant from me. Well, that’s lame.

She will say something like that, after I have given her a five minute ramble about whatever ridiculously irrational thoughts and feelings I am having. I will shoot words at her all rapid-fire like, and she will listen intently and then…

Well…that’s lame…

or, GOOD. See? You are not a victim.

or, STOP. Just stop.

and that sums it up. She’s right. She isn’t going to waste her energy on wrong. No people-pleasing. No beating around the bush. No manipulating. No polite and carefully crafted rambles to caress my ego.

She was right, you know. That day. When I talked about how I went about dealing with something painful. How I was over-thinking myself into a tizzy. She was right. It was lame and I needed to just stop.

Brevity is good. Saying very little can be very good, too.

I know someone else who says, Show up, shut up and shine.

I like that. I want to do it more often.

In the last couple of years, with more silence here in this space, I have probably said more out loud than in the ten years before that. In meetings, with friends and loved ones, to my children. I have been more present. Sometimes painfully present. When I get those notices on Facebook to look back at memories from years past, I see links to this blog, from 2013, 2011…and sometimes I click over to see what I was talking about back then, right here.

I will think, Hm, that’s odd. I don’t know…where did I go? 

Why did the writing stop?

Well, I could go on and on to explain that, and I mean, I really could go on and on to explain that. But we’ve just discussed how not doing that can be a better idea; how good it can be to say less, so I won’t.

I have not forgotten how to write, but I may have lost the ability to trust myself with words.

That could be lame.

I miss writing.

For today, besides all of that up there, I will tell you just this one small thing:

My two oldest, the boys, they were babies (BABIES!) when I started this blog. Now they are lanky long things, thin and electric, floppy-haired and good. They will soon be eleven and nine years old. They could not speak when I started writing here. Well, I suppose Miles was toddler talking. And now they read and write and have friends over and they are trying to figure out really big life questions and they play Minecraft.

With them, and with their spitfire suddenly almost five year old sister, I have changed just as much.

We are here living so many lives, I don’t even know what to say. In the midst of the movement from one life to another, I have lost clarity. You don’t really know how badly you need that until you don’t have it and then people remind you that you need it.

showup

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Yes, honor the pain: On Marianne Williamson, #PPD and compassion

January 28, 2016

This is for the suffering mother. This morning my little Elsie Jane alarm clock woke me up whispering “Mommy…Mommy…” you know, how they do. And I groggily came to and whispered back, “huh?” or something lovely like that. Then she started in, like she’d been waiting for so long to talk about something very important…   It went like this: Why is there a thing that goes way inside the tennis shoe and comes out and you can pull on it, it’s a tongue…and we have one in our mouth too and then there is gum that we can chew and also the gums where our teeth come out, why are they both gum and tongues?   So we talked about that.   I was there to talk about that.   This is my truth: Part of the reason I can strive for a perspective that sustains my spirit and attitude is because […]

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come back home

November 17, 2015

When we blame an entire religion, or its people, for something terrifying, it makes it easier. It makes it all feel far away, over there, by Them. Those People. The Evil Ones. This is born of fear and insecurity and those are natural things to feel, but we have to work through them and come back home. And if we claim to be Christians, home is where we keep the fatherless and the widow. Home is where we pick up the man who is opposite of us but still us, on the side of the road, bleeding. (Syria photo credit – Amnesty International) Do you see how we are all connected? We once were anyway and I can’t remember it and neither can you and most of us are fine with that. Terrorism, war, carnage…results of isolation and separation and disconnection and fear. We all did that. Not just politicians or religious fanatics, both […]

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