I have referenced a number of portrayals of Christopher Reeve as Clark Kent and Kal-El/Superman. His performance was powerful, but his example after his injury was equally powerful. I think it fitting that not long after, his beloved Dana joined him in death… a testament to their love and fortitude.
This is the Hero’s Journey… thank you, Rara.
It was early October of 2004, and I was sprawled on my green sofa snacking on Haribo gummies, waiting for my straight-as-sin hair to dry into hopefully-luscious curls. My sofa was the stuff of dreams, which is– long story, short– why I didn’t have a bed.
I heard a tap on the door, and I looked up to see my big brother poking his head into my room.
“Gotta minute, sis?” he said.
“Yehp, whath’sup?” I replied with my mouth full of semi-chewed red gummy, and my hair full of rollers.
“You’re disgusting.” he deadpanned.
“Your face is disgusting. Boom.” I retaliated instantly, all the while offering him a Haribo.
He took one and sat down. It was yellow, but he ate it anyway.
He never ate the yellow ones.
“What’s wrong?” I prodded, turning to face him on the couch, tucking my cold feet under his legs. The…
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