I remember two things about watching The Wizard of Oz as a kid:
- My little brother so terrified of the Wicked Witch of the West he left the room crying.
- The underwhelming effect of seeing the whole movie on a black-and-white TV set.
But I loved the film anyway. And today I’m loving that its characters and what they represent found their way into this blog post.
It all started at the annual talent show tryouts last Thursday at my kids’ elementary school.
It was the first year my 8-year-old wanted to give it a try, and I expected, of course, to feel proud of my little girl and her two friends as they danced to Demi Lovato’s “Confident.”
But I also witnessed three other things that topped off my pride tank: Read more