I stare at my father. He is still, as if he were frozen by Medusa, trying to un-see her face.
Founded in 1977 at Columbia University's School of the Arts
I stare at my father. He is still, as if he were frozen by Medusa, trying to un-see her face.
You know the tale in which the fair maiden—the nubile, blonde-haired, blue and wide-eyed at-the-world girl—gets locked up by her mother? Or her stepmother? Or some-such version of the Crone, […]
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