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 »
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 »
There are so many things I want to say to you. I want to tell you how beautiful you are, how I love the shape of your nose, the curve of your eyebrow, that crooked, swift smile that crosses your face when you are amused by something. I love that… Read more »
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting in her 18th century history class, and of having nothing to do but listen while the teacher droned on. Once or twice she had peeped into her history book, but it had no pictures or primary sources in it, only dates… Read more »
The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom, So fair a bride shall leave her home! Should blossom and bloom with garlands gay, So fair a bride shall pass to-day! It is Baptiste, and his affianced maiden, With garlands for the bridal laden! The sky was blue; without one cloud… Read more »