I've always been the one people scoffed at when I talked about love. I've been the girl who thinks of love in a thousand different shades of the brightest colors, while the rest of the world sees black and white.
The family of The Witch, the victim in the now-infamous Hansel and Gretel murder trial, was victorious today in their wrongful death lawsuit. Hansel and Gretel were ordered to pay six million gumdrops in punitive damages, the largest claim award of its kind issued by a Forest ju
In a park down by the Lake Ontario, in my neighborhood of Toronto affectionately named the Beach, is an old oak tree. I have walked by this tree many, many times as I've made my way from the boardwalk to the cafes and stores of Queen Street.
Snow White is the fairy tale most likely to cause the need for lifelong counseling: You're so beautiful that your mother wants to kill you and eat your liver, so you run away to live with seven tiny men. Serious medication/chocolate/wine is required to deal with such a story.
The truth is that you can be any kind of woman that you want to be and still be a strong woman. You do not have to sort through stereotypes and decide which one to put on each day. You can love Shrek, foster kittens, read Nicholas Sparks books and be a strong woman.
"The talking animals are sad today," said the spirited princess who looked as if she had a naughty secret. "Because their bangs are too long. So they can't come to the party. And that's why all the birthday cakes are about to be destroyed!"
Disenchanted turns the classic Disney children's stories on their heads, bringing the Disney princess characters to the front of the stage for a vaudevillian evening of songs, dance, and laughs as they push the envelope on tastefulness.
When we censor our children's stories to exclude the suffering that is inherent in the human condition, we isolate our children. We create an environment that promotes shame and a belief that they are not good enough because they cannot live up to the standards in these stories.
"I'm not interested in dating," I replied to my dearest girlfriend when she mentioned the name of a man she wanted me to meet. She was visiting me in Honolulu seven months after I became a widow. Little did I know that day my life would change forever.