Frozen, Again
Like so many great dynasties before it, Disney’s empire is built on a chorus of tiny voices.
Like so many great dynasties before it, Disney’s empire is built on a chorus of tiny voices.
It’s hardly the holidays without it.
Days like these, I can’t follow a podcast, and music sounds too loud, the tempo much faster than I remembered, the lyrics and storytelling much less compelling.
Then he gave me a straw and told me to taste it. He drew a line with his finger up the side of his cheek, towards his ear.
Making all good books permissible has the same ironically virtue-dulling effect as safe, didactic stories.
I think that there are plenty of things within the gay community that deserve to be challenged and criticized; I just wish that my precious protagonists didn’t conflate these flaws with effeminacy.
What culture doesn’t have a myth of a turtle who keeps the world, or at least a small forest, on its back.
Much as I enjoy teaching novels and short stories, video games do something special when played with a group.
That’s a heavy con for Madison (Pros: Government job benefits, Roommate Night with my best friends, a church that has become home, cheese).
Giving up the control, allowing our grasping hands to slacken is scary. We don’t know what to do if we do nothing. Yet life goes on.