By Jessica Eddings-Roeser
In second grade my mom put me in an art class taught by a fluffy-haired blonde who took us to a museum to sketch a Madonna with child. Before we began, our teacher asked us what we noticed about the painting. I raised my hand.
“She has a golden crown.”
“It’s a halo, not a crown,” my friend Sarah corrected.
“I want one,” I said.
“You can’t have one,” she said. “Only angels have them. Or if you die and go to heaven.”
I didn’t like those options. [Read more...]