The Altar of Her Life
It’s the time when the tendrils of the day are reeled in, when little bodies look for warm holes in which to burrow, and the sound of quiet replaces the din of chatter. That’s how I used to imagine bedtime with children. And sometimes, on a rare sleepy night, we come close. But often, especially…
“It’s funny how some distance makes everything seem small.” Queen Elsa When Frozen hit the box office and smashed it to smithereens, I went into austerity mode. “My daughter must not see it!” I thought. “I don’t want her walking like a Disney princess, talking like a Disney princess, being needy and codependent like a…