They always tell the story wrong. There was no wicked fairy, no thieving father or nagging mother, nobody locked in a tower, and certainly no heroic, handsome prince. I do have nice hair, though. They got that part right, at least. The villain of this story… Read more »
In an old house in Paris that is covered in vines Stand twelve young girls in two straight lines In two straight lines, they’ve played and grown They walk to school now on their own. And every night they’ve broken bread And brushed their teeth and gone… Read more »
Mary’s mother has taught her to be wary of angels. “Fear not,” Anne says. Her Aramaic is slow, and strangely accented, but she has told this story so often that it comes without pause or hesitation. “He told me that, when I first saw him. ‘Fear not, for you… Read more »
It was a sunny Friday in late summer, and Elaine had taken the day off work so that she could spend the afternoon at the zoo with her nephew while her sister rested. Nadine was in the late stages of pregnancy, and was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up… Read more »
“Woman has the right to mount the scaffold; she must equally have the right to mount the rostrum.” Olympe de Gouges, 1791 Marie Antoinette I never said let them eat cake These accusations that you make Are false. Could my extravagance Alone bankrupt the realm of France? No…. Read more »