Coming Home to Myself

 

When we adopted Sophie, a Llasa Apso mix, she was confused and uncertain whether she belonged with us or would end up homeless again. She needed time to adjust.

Me, too. Where do I belong, really? In an early version of Sleeping Beauty, the heroine gives birth to twins in her sleep. For me, it was easier to fall into the roles of wife and mother—and later career—than to break free into my own personhood.

I have never outgrown my love of fairytales. It’s the transformations, not the magic, that intrigue me. In many, like Maid Maleen, locked in a tower for seven years, heroines receive the gift of time to grow into themselves.

Life can be a fairy tale. Just ask Sophie! She’ll tell you how her prince came along.

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