“Don’t let the bastards grind you down.” My thoughts on The Handmaid’s Tale.

“Don’t let the bastards grind you down.” My thoughts on The Handmaid’s Tale.

“Yes, Ma’am, I said again, forgetting. They used to have dolls, for little girls, that would talk if you pulled a string at the back; I thought I was sounding like that, voice of a monotone, voice of a doll. She probably longed to slap my face. They can hit us, there’s Scriptural precedent. But [...]

The Cinderella who set out to find the shoe herself.

Before I post Part two of previous post, I'd like to share something about a crazy-bundle-of-love of a woman. It must've been somewhere around the first or second week of college, when I noticed one of our classmates jumping around, creating her own Land of Lalaness and leaving a glitter trail of happiness. From the moment [...]