I’m fascinated with Medusa lately. Admit it: don’t you ever find yourself so frustrated or angry that you’d just as soon turn a person to stone to get what you wanted or to stop what they’re doing? How many times do we say something that we know to be spiteful or mean-spirited… and yet let it fly from our mouths despite the possibly damaging consequences of the words? I think we all have some Medusa inside us…
