(Trigger warning: If abuse, sexual assault, or anorexia makes you uncomfortable, you might want to avoid this one.)
Over the years, I’ve attempted to write this, quite literally, 17 times. I’ve spoken to friends, therapists, lawyers…
It is raining here in Florida as it does during the summer months. I am sitting in my home and have just finished your excellent article about Shirley Jackson and the idea of home. I was hoping that I could have gotten a bike ride in this evening but, I am stuck inside. I have read most of her work and have her new biography.
Thank you for teaching me something I did not know. There is now a fuller depth to “Frankenstein” — which I already thought was pretty deep.
I do not remember my pregnancies’ dreams. Please allow me some leeway — my youngest will be 29 on the next birthday. It’s been a while since I had them. I think I vaguely recall having…
I did not have any dreams of water, beyond what I considered normal living in a rainforest with rivers and lakes all around
I did often dream my children were not human, but then I rarely dream I am human although I often look like one (I have 10 kids) and I totally enjoyed being pregnant. I acted as though I was the only one clever enough to accomplish this magic
Wow, I’m going to have to go find my copy of “Frankenstein” and read it again. Articles like this are worth my Medium membership.
Funny thing; I’ve never had any of the nightmares described above, and I also never had even the slightest desire to be a mother. I suspect those things are related.
I’m really excited to see this series! I love horror (got started with The Yellow Wallpaper and haven’t looked back since), and am hoping to get some new perspective on some of my favorites.
Also, I suspected that Americans were more likely to perish in violence, but seven times more likely? Holy shit.