If You’re In a Glass House

Remember when you were a little girl and wanted to be a fairytale princess? Remember how you longed for some handsome prince to sweep in and romance you into idealistic oblivion? I don’t. Remember when My So Called Life aired and Angela’s intense Jordan Catalano crush so paralleled your own angsty high school experience? Yeah….

All my favorite books read well aloud. I like sentences that find their own distinctive rhythms, while maintaining the cadence of the stories in which they are written. I despise long blocks of back-and-forth dialogue with no references as to who is speaking. I actually like adverbs. Most of the time. I appreciate writing that…

In my desperate attempt to catch up for the season, I shall be Once Upon a Timing for several days in a row. All necessary components, including myself, willing. So, further catching up, let me just get right out in the open right now that I adore the word “wicked”. It has a lovely, specific…

Sometimes you don’t realize how much something has been a part of your life until you end up crying like a baby at a Judds concert. Crying like a baby, that’s Shawna’s descriptor. I thought of it more as hysterical sobbing I thought was never going to let up, but, praise be to all gods, lasted…

My first recap since the Comic-Con… uh… let’s call it a debacle, and I felt as if I couldn’t just launch into a new season of unintentional/intentional subtext without some sort of acknowledgment of said debacle. It was here that I was going to touch on events as they unfolded. I spent a good deal…