Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Not so long ago, I wrote a children’s story indirectly about Virginia Woolf and her older sister, the painter Vanessa Bell. The premise was simple—a young girl is feeling “wolfish,” and her sister tries to cheer her up—but given the infamy of my subjects, I knew the story would have to wear its origins and themes lightly. I decided it would be told in a suspended and hypothetical moment of childhood. There would be no explicit reference to mental illness or depression. Beyond these general notions, I proceeded intuitively — and, possibly, foolishly. Continue reading
A Glad Day Box (to lift your spirits on wolfish days)