Play Date

Yancy climbed into the backseat of his car, slipping off his tattered vans before contorting himself through the gap of the two front seats and sliding in behind the steering wheel. Outside the snow continued to fall, but Yancy couldn’t see it from inside the cocooned vehicle. His breath appeared before him like trails of steam, and heContinue reading “Play Date”

Lacan, Doyle, and Holmes: Men and the Feminine (Part 2 of 3)

Lacan presents a theory that, while engaging, relies on a relatively narrow-minded definition of feminine characteristics versus masculine characteristics. For Lacan, the feminine is a shadowy, deceptive form, both indefinable and irresistible. However, it is still a position of vulnerability, one that presents more risks than rewards. If a man falls into a ‘feminine’ role,Continue reading “Lacan, Doyle, and Holmes: Men and the Feminine (Part 2 of 3)”

Thankfulness

Grieving is a singularly unpleasant process. No matter how much you prepare for it, or how well-adjusted you are, the loss of a loved one will throw you for more loops than a roller coaster. This will be my first Thanksgiving without my father, and I’m surprised to find that I can think of plentyContinue reading “Thankfulness”

Lacan, Doyle, and Holmes: Men and the Feminine (Part 1 of 3)

Playwright William Congreve penned the infamous phrase “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned/Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned” in 1697 (Moncur). Throughout literary history, the woman scorned has been a powerful antagonist, instigating trouble and woe for a story’s protagonist, often for the purpose of revenge. In its most simplistic sense,Continue reading “Lacan, Doyle, and Holmes: Men and the Feminine (Part 1 of 3)”

Remembrance

Wavering strains of “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” reached Martha as she hurried across the back lawn. She stopped, turning to watch the funeral at the far end of the cemetery, the black lace which hung from her hat tickling her cheeks. It was a small ceremony, she thought, stroking the velvet top of the stovepipeContinue reading “Remembrance”