By Amy Flora

I don’t doubt there will be a proliferation of these stories. I’m sure, across this galaxy near and far, far, away, there will many women who yearn to tell their Carrie Fisher story.

Many moons ago, I watched The Blues Brothers with my father. When Carrie appears as the jilted woman, I remember my father turning to me and saying, “that’s princess Leia.” Much like the appearance of Aretha Franklin in that film, it took me years to appreciate the full force of her presence, her limited screen time near irrelevant in the face of the full force of her personality. Continue reading “Carrie Fisher”