My Daughter the Superhero
― This evening, as I kissed you goodnight, I commented on the jammies you were wearing, jammies your brother had outgrown and you claimed for your own. In a hushed, awed whisper you confided, “I’m Bat Girl.” You’ve always shunned the dolls and princesses for the action figures, the dragonoid colossus, the superheroes. Who knows if [...] .







