My Cruel World

“My world is cruel.  You enter, you survive, you die.” -Yennefer of Vengerberg, The Witcher, 2019 Believe or not, I used to get excited for election season.  Not Rachel Maddow excited, who gets a thrill every time they play the NBC election music, but I was raised to be engaged in politics.  I remember rootingContinue reading “My Cruel World”

The Sculptor

My father’s mother died of brain cancer when my father was seventeen, long before I came into existence.  She was brilliant and bright and her brain died first. Cancer didn’t hack away at her slowly, it used a sledgehammer.  This was not done by a Sculptor, or perhaps her Sculptor was outraged, frustrated by artists’Continue reading “The Sculptor”

His Little Mermaid

When I was ten years old, Disney released its animated classic, The Little Mermaid.  I was a prissy little kid, but I feel like you’d be hard-pressed to find any little girl in 1989 who wasn’t enchanted at the thought of mermaids.  Mermaids were more enchanted with princesses, mystical and probably not real, but whatContinue reading “His Little Mermaid”