My piece “The Stepsisters” in JMWW begins, “Mother is brushing my limp hair. She piles it on top of my head, she braids it, she arranges sprigs of baby’s breath that only end up falling onto the floor…”

I wanted to write about the way “ugly” in fairy tales (oh hell, in life) is equated with “evil”, from a different point of view.

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