I think I am beginning to understand the tales of impossible tasks. The ones where a true love must be rescued from somewhere east of the sun and west of the moon. Or where the hero must pluck a jewel… Read moreEast of the Sun, West of the Moon, Somewhere on the Sea
In a time where we see beings as resources, sources of profit, the ocean in her ubiquity becomes a backdrop, a location, a container from which we extract things. Yet who stands on the shore and is not at some… Read moreOcean
I have loved the tale of The Twelve Dancing Princesses for as long as I can remember. I grew up on Shelly Duvall’s Fairy Tale Theater. This episode was a favorite, one my mother recorded from TV, and I watched… Read moreThose Girls Who Go Dancing