Saturday, 14 March 2026

Forthwrite Women's Festival of Writing 2026 - My Showcase Piece

Learn from Great Women, Real and Fictional




Fear an Independent Woman - a haiku


Whore. Witch.

They call me names,

They sentence me to death.

They wanted to

For a long time before,

As I kept to myself.

I'm different.

Slut. Witch.



Alice Oseman - Rainbow Haikus


Alice Oseman's books

and comics I so relate,

They give love and hope.


Her works are sunshine,

Even through rain and thunder

There is a rainbow.


Always a rainbow

And it shines on everyone,

All flags included.


Representation

Inclusion and love and help,

That's Rainbow Alice.



A couple more haikus


Orchid Ness has phoned

She is never without mates

She is close with none.


Nisa No-nonsense

That is what she calls herself

In her noble voice.



Scoup!


My mother always schooled and scolded me about my use of language, and that I should never swear. So I'll say that I was too irate to scoup across the ballroom that fine afternoon. My dress was stiff and itchy - why did I need to wear the monstrous thing at rehearsals? - and the elderberry in my hair making me smell nice and juicy, barely covering up my sweat, was all that was keeping me from storming off, really swearing my head off.


So I thought to just tell mother that I had a fever - partly true thanks to the dress - and like the most honest party guest in the world, I voiced my ailment - also known as an innuendo for boredom - to my dance instructor, and did a leaver, my head not off but held high, all poised. With my gloved hands I pushed the heavy doors open and swanned out, and then pulled the elderberry out of my hair and ate it.


How's that for ladylike?


And who the fuck decided that should be one word?



I Love Being a Woman, No Matter How Much the World Doesn't Want Me To


Women are magic. Women are strong. Women are resilient. Women can survive anything.


Absolutely anything.


Women can know anything. Women can do whatever they want.


No one can survive anything without women.


We need each other. You need us.


You need us more than we need you. Deal with it.


We all - all genders - need each other - need to respect and love each other, to learn from each other, with no judgement and hate - to survive.


The more we learn from each others' differences, the more we realise that we are all, in fact, the same. The more we love each other, the more we love ourselves in the process.


Difference is good. Difference is a gateway to enlightenment and true, fulfilling happiness. 


Empathy is realising that everybody is different, and it’s one of the keys to happiness. Difference is natural, it is what it is; it opens your mind and heart and makes you consider what it means to be human and alive in the world.


Difference is a path to freedom. Difference is love.


As usual, no one's existence should be up for BS, arbitrary political debate. And no one deserves violence and erasure. No one - and no history - deserves erasure and banning.


Listen to everyone and everything around you.


Listen to your brain and your heart. Do what's right.


Let empathy in. Learn that every woman, every gender, deserves love.




Sunday, 8 March 2026

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Women should run the world.

End division.

End authoritarianism.

End war.



Be kind, caring and compassionate.



Friday, 6 March 2026

Graphic Novel Review - 'Absolute Wonder Woman Vol. 2: As My Mothers Made Me' by Kelly Thompson (Writer), Hayden Sherman (Artist), Matías Bergara (Artist), Jordie Bellaire (Colourist), Becca Carey (Letterer)

I loved 'Absolute Wonder Woman Vol. 1: The Last Amazon' that much to want to pick up the sequel less than a year later.

It is as full of fantastic, breathtakingly gorgeous artwork, and brutality, blood, and well written drama, as the first volume. It continues to be a gut-puncher of a character arc for, and study of, this unique take on Wonder Woman - a witch, and a lost warrior princess, on a quest find her gods-forbidden Amazon origins, and her Amazon sisters. And herself.

Saving man's mortal world unflinchingly in the process, she is constantly moving between worlds, not knowing which one she truly belongs. Yet no matter how much tragedy, horror and evil - manmade and god-spawned - seeps through and blights her journey, and she desperately tries to fight it all off, Diana remains kind, benevolent, compassionate, and merciful; as a writer who knows and respects her character should let her be.

Now more than ever. In a man's world that is woefully, shamefully, depressingly unbalanced in favour of evil over good.

No matter what is obfuscated from her, and how many times she will have to face her deepest, darkest fears - in the form of monsters both literal and emblematic - Diana, champion and hope of the Greek goddesses, will never give up. She will sacrifice anything for others, including herself...

I personally don't find 'Absolute Wonder Woman Vol. 2: As My Mothers Made Me' to be as great as the issues of its predecessor, mainly because it is still an incomplete story (it feels very much like middle book syndrome), and I don't quite understand the volume's subtitle, as neither of Diana's mothers, Circe and Hippolyta (wow wouldn't they make an iconic pair of two gay mums bringing up Wonder Woman?), appear much, and they don't make that effective an impact in this chapter of the Amazon princess/goddess's life (as an adult, anyway, and not in the flashbacks to her childhood). But in a sense, they do. Subtly. I won't reveal more due to spoilers, but I'll say that the witch of the Wild Isle seems to be doing very well on her own, without either mummy. She's busy finding her exiled and trapped Amazon sisters at the moment...

Once again, Steve Trevor is the only human male in the whole story, and he is staunchly not Diana's love interest. Brilliant.

In conclusion, continue to read 'Absolute Wonder Woman', and continue to love this variant version of the world's most famous superheroine. It is darkness - and dark, ethereal beauty and mystery - with heart.

Modern, mid-2020s DC might win me over yet.

For my review of: 'Absolute Wonder Woman Vol. 1: The Last Amazon'.

Final Score: 4/5

Saturday, 28 February 2026

New media content criticism for my profile

On the basis of the last few books I've read this year, plus a few TV shows, I've found a couple tropes that still exist that I hate and are the kiss of death of a story for yours truly:

Nothing excuses child abuse. Nothing. Stop excusing bad parenting. Stop undermining and downplaying objectively horrible parenting. Don't try to "redeem" or let off the hook bad parents and guardians by gaslighting the audience into thinking that their words and actions against their children are "not that bad", or by never bringing up especially cutting moments of their abuse, hoping the audience will forget about them. Bring these grown adults to task. Call them out on their harmful, hateful, manipulative BS. Narcissistic, toxic parenting is tragically all too real and common, it's almost an epidemic. It leads to long-term, even lifelong, childhood trauma in so many people. In a fictional story, at least have adults apologise to children - to the new generation - by the end. Make it clear that the parents don't hate their kids for existing; for not being their narcissistic ideal of a "perfect" child. Let them know that their children are their own people. And stop it with the "they were only trying to protect their children by acting like evil c*nts" BS excuse. It's child abuse, and it's wrong.

On that note: Have characters apologise to their targets/victims for their wrongdoing. Saying "I'm sorry", and admitting to being wrong and having flaws to learn and grow from, seems to be a chronic fear that a lot of writers suffer from for some reason.

Redemption is more than saying "I'm sorry", but when a redemption arc is written well, it reminds people that they are responsible for their own actions. It lets them know they can call real people out when their entitlement and insecurities hurt others, or else these same selfish opportunists will take it as permission to get worse. They will always find a way to be worse. They will never be happy and satisfied in their evil. Don't give them an inch.

And adults and authority figures keeping secrets from the main characters, usually children, for no good reason other than it gives the story a mystery and intrigue to be invested in, is still a frustrating and annoying cliché that needs to die.

Never allow love interests or potential love interests to willingly hurt a character, especially physically, violently, as a choice they made, for any reason (it's usually done through plot contrivance), and don't make it worse by, again, not having the attacker apologise to the victim.

One more thing: Please keep characters - character traits - consistent throughout their story. Keep it in their development and growth, in ways that make sense to them.

See this new content on my 'About Moi' page!



Oh, and:

The most fundamental fact of life: If you reward horrible people for doing horrible things, they are going to keep doing horrible things. Stop rewarding them and letting them go unpunished.

When you weaponize your privilege, loudly, against others, in order to oppress minorities further, and to maintain your "superiority" in human existence, you are not a good person. You are a weak, desperate, pathetic, abusive, unhappy, loveless oppressor and predator, no better than colonisers, tyrants and genocidal dictators.

Never allow a society to exist that rewards greed, cruelty and anti-intellectualism, and punishes the victims of a caste system. Of a fascist government.

Allowing billionaires and homeless people to exist at the same time is f*cked up. You realise this, right?



Wednesday, 25 February 2026

Book Review - 'The Owl House: Hex-cellent Tales from The Boiling Isles' by Steve Behling (Adaptor), John Bailey Owen (Original Writer), Dana Terrace (Original Writer and Creator)

Don't mind me, I'm just having my fill of content from my favourite show of all time as I wait for 'The Long-Lived King' (2026) graphic novel to be published.

I could go on forever about everything I love about 'The Owl House', and how it shaped me as a person, a storyteller, an animation fan, a fantasy fan, a witch fan, and its recipient of joy and hope given to the world - it's no exaggeration that, along with 'She-Ra and the Princesses of Power' and 'Heartstopper', it pretty much helped me to survive adulthood, not to mention the 2020 pandemic - but I'll keep it short and to the point for the purposes of this review, of a short but funny little book, 'The Owl House: Hex-cellent Tales from The Boiling Isles'.

It's a chapter book that basically retells the season one episodes 'I Was a Teenage Abomination' and 'Adventures in the Elements', dialogue and all, with black and white screencaps from the show throughout, and it can be read in under an hour. Little King reluctantly exposits and brings us up to speed in between the stories, in his own King way. What humour and heart is put into this!

If I have to guess why these episodes specifically were chosen, it would be because of the theme of schooling and learning lessons from mentors, for this official Scholastic/school library-type product. And it's Disney Press, so of course at this point it would be "safe" in its LBGTQ+ content, the cowards. But there is the friendship and found family theme, as well, and the famous Luz Noceda and Amity Blight (Lumity!) are shown to be getting closer in 'Adventures in the Elements', as is faithful to their relationship development. The "school" stuff is far more fun than it sounds, at least.

'Hex-cellent Tales from the Boiling Isles' ends as it should: with the best jokes from King and Hooty.

I would love for there to have been more 'The Owl House' reading material like this. Chapter books of other episodes. A guidebook/worldbuilding book/scrapbook/spell book. Azura chapter samples. But oh well. Disney is terrible; the stale, cowardly, conservative, capitalist tools running it and eating themselves alive never know or care when they have a good thing. They never care for originality and risk.

'The Owl House' - I love and adore you. And so do all your loyal fans after these years. Fans you gave hope, progress, representation and understanding to when they needed them the most. You - and Dana Terrace, whom we all appreciate for everything they are doing - are a beacon; a miracle of a cartoon show and creator.

We cannot wait to see you again soon. You more than deserve to come back.

Final Score (for 'Hex-cellent Tales'): 4/5

Thursday, 19 February 2026

Non-Fiction Book Review - 'How to Be a Witch' by Gabrielle Balkan (Writer), Shana Gozansky (Writer), Carmen Saldaña (Illustrator)

What a lovely, sweet picture book that's a contemporary, introductory guide to real witches and witchcraft for children. I can't believe I'd never heard of it until a few days ago - I just happened to see it on another person's Goodreads shelf. Thank you for that, fellow witchy reader!

'How to Be a Witch' is very inclusive and diverse, which is another reason to love it; that and the adorable, warm and colourful pencilled, illustrious illustrations, the facts - including lots on nature - and the small spells to start with at the book's coda.

'How to Be a Witch' - 'Anyone can be a witch - even you!'


'Witches are people who learn and practice magic,
and use their magic to help and to heal.
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'There's magic inside you, too.
You are brave and bold, creative and smart, caring
and powerful, just as all witches are. So...

Step out into nature, gather your tools, stir up your
potions, create your spells, focus your mind, feel
your power, and share your magic with the world!
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Other recommended witchy picture books: 'Sunday The Sea Witch''Witch in Training''The Witchling's Wish''Leila, the Perfect Witch''Once Upon a Witch's Broom''The Witching Hour''My Mummy is a Witch''Witch Hazel''A Spoonful of Frogs', and 'Little Witch's To-Do List'.

Final Score: 4/5

Monday, 16 February 2026

Book Review - 'I Am NOT a Prince' by Rachael Davis (Writer), Beatrix Hatcher (Illustrator)

Oh, what a delightful, colourful and cute kids' LBGTQ+ fairy tale picture book!

'I Am NOT a Prince' truly is a darling and daringly-told queer coming-of-age tale, all about a little froggy.

I'm not usually into animal stories - much less the often disingenuous and insincere 'animals as metaphor in place of social issues' stories - but this is lovely, infectious and irresistible.

Among its many adorable features are rainbows, an owl, a bear, a lizard wizard (heh), dragons, unicorns, mermaids, princesses, and a ladybug on every page. The rhyming is adorable, too.

(How clever, also, that no gendered pronouns are assigned to Hopp the frog throughout the book.)

'I Am NOT a Prince' - one of the best, most charming LBGTQ+ children's picture books out there, alongside 'A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo''And Tango Makes Three''Prince & Knight''My Magic Family''My Shadow is Pink'''Twas the Night Before Pride''Steven Universe: The Answer''The Big Day''Cinder & Ella''Maiden & Princess''Heather Has Two Mummies''Molly's Family''Love, Violet''Itty-Bitty Kitty-Corn', 'Marley's Pride', and 'ABC Pride'.

Anyone can be a hero. And a hero for self-acceptance, self-love, and pride.

And I think I really like frogs. They're cute, aren't they?

Free cheers for diverse princesses! Hip hop hooray!

Hops away!

Final Score: 5/5

Thursday, 12 February 2026

Non-Fiction Book Review - 'Girl Rebels: From Greta Thunberg to Malala, Five Inspirational Tales of Courage' by Various

I happened upon this at a random shop today, and wow am I glad to read about real, inspiring women and girls again. It's what I, and everybody else, needs.

'Girl Rebels: From Greta Thunberg to Malala, Five Inspirational Tales of Courage' is a comic collection telling the real life journeys and triumphs of six extraordinary, altruistic, noble, selfless, brave, determined young girl activists (plus others, such as their sisters), who never gave up in a toxic, violent, patriarchal world that hates and fears them, and loves to tear them down at every opportunity:

Malala Yousafzai, Greta Thunberg, Syrian swimming champion and refugee (and saviour of and voice for refugees) Yusra Mardini, her sister Sara Mardini, school shooting survivor and fighter for US gun control Emma (X) González (and her surviving school friends, including Jaclyn Corin), and Bali/Indonesian ecologists and founders of Bye Bye Plastic Bags Melati Wijsen and Isabel Wijsen.

They are far from the only young women fighting for a better world today - in ethics and politics - but they are who the book covers.

Through all the darkness, there is light: it is truly inspirational and life-affirming to be reminded of what humans, when they work together, are capable of; with enough courage, brains, heart, passion, and perseverance, and the unrelenting resolve to tell the truth, to make their voices heard, no matter the obstacles.

I guess my four out of five star rating is due to a couple tiny issues I have with an artwork or two, including outright errors (although a lot of it is great, don't get me wrong), and current 2026 cynicism and hopelessness (this came out in 2023).

With every reminder that, inexplicably and inescapably, things are in fact getting worse, and the world is run by literally the worst people - that evil is real, that monsters are real, and capitalism and the white supremacist patriarchy and the right wing have made it possible - it's books like 'Girl Rebels' that also remind us that hope still exists. And it is thanks to the incredible efforts and bravery of girls and women, the pioneers of progress and caring about others, and therefore society's oldest targets of scapegoating, scorn, hate, fear and bigotry.

Girls should run the world. They are the ones who can save us all. And here is the proof. Here is why.

We just have to listen to them.

(It's great to read about Greta and Malala again, as well.)

Final Score: 4/5

Wednesday, 11 February 2026

Happy Women in STEM Day

 Happy International Day for Women and Girls in Science! Past and present! 🧪🧪🧪🥼🥼🥼🥽🥽🥽



Tuesday, 3 February 2026

Graphic Novel Review - 'Arcana: The Lost Heirs' by Sam Prentice-Jones

A nice, contemporary queer fantasy graphic novel, reminiscent of 'Les Normaux' and 'Doughnuts and Doom', with even a bit of 'Wash Day Diaries', and Marvel's 'Runaways' for older readers.

I like 'Arcana''s motif around tarot cards, and what they represent for each of the key players in the story, and just the overall magic, friendship and found family theme. Nearly every character is so nice and sweet!

These witches - these "lost heirs" - are great as a group. They are wonderfully diverse, and open, understanding and communicative - there are no secrets between them, there is trust, unlike with their shifty older authority figures - and their Halloween party costumes near the end of the comic are fantastic!

There is explicit queer and trans rep, and a character who is referred to by he/him/they/them pronouns; plus a vast array of POC and body positive rep.

The art is adorable, simplistic, colourful and expressive.

And it's a British queer fantasy series!

'Arcana: The Lost Heirs' is a first volume and it ends on a cliffhanger, but I really like these characters, their individual lives, their relationships with one another, and the magic system implemented. Its slowly growing dark mystery is intriguing, too (what exactly is the curse that the young witch team must break?). There is another important theme of breaking and changing archaic traditions and "family legacies" in modern times for necessary reasons, and nepotism, toxic and abusive patriarchal roles, and generational trauma.

Overall, I recommend it for any fantasy lover.

Though, as a sidenote, it is a bit odd for a story about witches and a secret witch society/government/MI6 to not have familiars, or any animal at all present.

Final Score: 4/5

Saturday, 31 January 2026

Scribble #152

Diamond Haiku:

Fear an Independent Woman


Whore. Witch.
They call me names,
They sentence me to death.
They wanted to
For a long time before,
As I kept to myself.
I'm different.
Slut. Witch.



Saturday, 24 January 2026

Scribble #151

Alice Oseman - Metaphor Haikus



Alice Oseman's books
and comics I so relate,
They give love and hope.


Her works are sunshine
Even through rain and thunder
There is a rainbow.


Always a rainbow
And it shines on everyone,
All flags included.


Representation
Inclusion and love and help,
That's Rainbow Alice.



Saturday, 17 January 2026

Scribble #150

A Day in Her Life



My imaginary friend was an ordinary girl named Jane
    How disappointed I am in my younger self for being so unimaginative.
    I could have thought up a unicorn/sea hag hybrid and named her Opalescence, or a witch obsessed with dinosaurs from a magical realm called Tessaraptor, who uses her enchanted jewel to summon dragons as a stepping stone towards her dream of owning a triceratops.
    But no. I went with Jane. I settled for plain Jane.
    She wasn't even a proper imaginary friend. She was a half-arsed convenience and distraction at the school playground whose sole reason for being was to get me through my lonely days, by a) sitting next to me, and b) standing next to me. I was too much of an outcast to even imagine what a "real" friend would be like, and what we would talk about and do together.
    It was a harbinger of what was to become of my life, really.
    My name is Orchid Ness, for whatever it's worth. I mean, with a name like that, combined with a fertile imagination and writing ambitions, you'd think I'd be set: Famous author who sells millions of books, who makes a living out of the limitless ocean of creativity that is my mind; out of which I conjure fresh, exciting forms of storytelling, and put them to paper with my fountain pen, and then I spend weeks or months typing them up, followed by the arduous process of editing them to hell and back, documenting them, and finally selling them to publishers, begging them to recognise my genius and take the financial risk of getting my stories out into the world, for other people to read. A chance to move, inspire, and change lives.
    It did not turn out like that. At all.
    I am in my late twenties and I haven't published a thing, just on my barely existent blog. How fitting that that word sounds so much like blob and bog. I've hardly written anything, truth be told; my life, for all my inward, dreamworld excitement, hasn't offered much in the way of inspiration and motivation in the lucid, outer lake of reality. No, lucid is not the right word, nor is lake: dreary, cold, hard, bitter, bottomless pit of horror, stress, suffering, emptiness and nothingness that is reality should suffice my point.
    One of the lesser reasons for my lacking in the make-my-dreams-come-true department is that, with all the people I've dated - men, women, nonbinary, and other genders - I haven't had sex yet. I guess that, like with writing, I'm scared to. I get too anxious and self-conscious of what others think of me. The judgements, the criticisms, the potential diatribes on how awful - how fundamentally wrong I am. Exposing myself to anything new, challenging, and possibly life changing in the real world, in the here and now, scares me. I'm never as prepared and ready as I rush to believe I am. Every time, my inner fire is suddenly petrified out of me in a single snuff, leaving me alone, cold and compressed in the dark.
    I am a mess. Worse, a mess of nothing.
    No one, no publisher, has had a chance to see what is bursting inside of me, and no lover has had a chance to explore who I am, outside and in. Ecstasy is a myth and mystery to me. 
    Instead, I am numb with ennui behind a cashier at a shop where I don't care for the clothes and don't plan to buy and wear them myself. At this particular retail, everyday is stressful and frustrating - I swear I will die a happy woman if I never have to pick another item of clothing off the dirty tiled floor ever again, same goes for lost pens - my brain making space not for more fantasy and grand, epic stories and characters, but for the droning hum of Think of the money, think of the money, playing on loop.
    How I long to rediscover the passion; the sparkle; the flash; the light to my chronic tunnel vision; the breakthrough and bravery I need to be not only a dreamer and idealist, but an artist in a world that desperately needs them. To just break free.
    To have people who encourage me and believe in me.



Scribble #149

Haikus



Orchid Ness has phoned
She is never without mates
She is close with none.



Nisa No-nonsense
That is what she calls herself
In her noble voice.



Alice Oseman's books
And comics I so relate
They inspire hope.



Scribble #148

Any system that needs human suffering, discrimination, fear, abuse and corruption in order to function is not worth preserving. It is unnatural and inhuman. It should never, ever be normalised.

'Hatred/cruelty is the point' should never, ever be normalised.



Saturday, 10 January 2026

Scribble #147

Great Women



Dear Terri,

    Hey! How are you doing?
    I know what you must be thinking: Me?! Never mind me, how are you doing, Mountain Maiden?
    You may flatter me, but climbing Changzheng Ri (Mount Everest is too predicable, don't you think?) to reach zen, clear my mind, and improve my bodybuilding and kung fu skills - it pales like useless, fragile ice crystals in comparison to your firefighting and actually saving lives in LA.
    And I do mean firefighting in the literal sense, as you are a superhero. A superhero, imagine! You're finally there!
    Emberess! It is so, well, cool wouldn't be the right word, would it? How about hot? Scorching? Bright? Inspired? Enlightened!?
    Well, whatever, the point is you are far more impressive than me, though you must admit I am getting by splendidly without powers, and will hopefully come back stronger, faster, and smarter than ever after my trek through the freezing mountains.
    It is a godlike task just to keep warm and never run out of food up here. That reminds me, I never want to see another dry protein bar for a very long time after this.
    Oh, should I have started this letter calling you Emberess, instead of your real name? Who knows who might intercept and read these. Villains have mastered the art of being too predictable yet dangerously, scarily unpredictable at the same time these days. They are certainly growing more daring, ruthless, and sociopathic.
    Anyway, I'm cold, I can no longer feel my fingers and toes, I'm hungry, and I'm enlightened and all-knowing (except for what is going on outside of this isolation, hence the letters). And I'm missing my husband, my daughter, and you.
    I really hope this gets to you soon, and you can write back to me, permitting any of the monks will allow any personal correspondence from the outside world. I've written to Ken already, and I'm expecting a full five-page account of everything our little Sage is doing, pictures included - photos and her hand drawn masterpieces cleverly disguised as doodles. I want to see how she's taken to another kind of art, too. Oh Sage, following in her mommy's footsteps. Getting a kick out of martial arts.
    Mom jokes aside, I want the details of what has been going on in your life since I departed to China on my quest for enlightenment. Who you've saved, how you are with your powers, and how things are with Lydia. I hope Ella isn't pushing you too hard.
    Remember, your fire is your spark. It is a part of you. It is your gift. It is who you are. And you are more than Emberess, though she is you, and you are her. Together, you are whole.
    Be proud. And I am proud of you, no matter what.
    (Ooh, am I becoming enlightened already? Or maybe it's the cold and hunger delirium writing. Frostbite and famine are no joke.)
    Stay strong, stay safe, and stay super!
    Super you! With self-care! (Better than me right now!)

    Love, Lola

    P.S. I'm thinking of conquering the Tian Shan mountains, Mount Kailash, Kunlun Goddess Peak, the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Pumori, and Lhotse in the following years. I might even take Sage with me.



Dear Lola,

    It is great to hear from you!
    Yes, I got your letter (safely and securely), and I can write you back (safely, the monks guarantee it), as you're climbing those mountains and reaching pure zen.
    I really needed your words of encouragement, and I thank you. Truth be told, I still get anxious. I'm still a little afraid of my powers. It can never be overstated enough how big a responsibility being a superhero is, especially when you have pyrokinesis. You are always expected to save everyone, but when you can light a fire or fuse with just a wayward thought and sudden, confused emotion, you are more likely to kill than save anyone. I have to be extra cautious when rescuing people from burning buildings (which, to clarify, I am not the cause of any of them), and even getting a cat down from a tree is a fire hazard for me.
    Ella has been firm but fair with my training, and things have been going well with dear Lydia.
    Lydia. She's a genius, constantly inventing new tech to help me keep my powers in check whenever I have anxiety attacks. Her non-claustrophobic - and sleek and slick! - suits are improving all the time. Yet her presence alone burns me, but in a deep, feelgood, exhilarating way. She causes my heart to race, safely and smoothly. She calms me, and makes me happy.
    Pun coming up, apologies in advance: Lydia warms me. She warms me more than my powers do. Suits and tools in hand, she assists me in managing them, with no fear, no hesitation, and no complaints. She cares for me, maybe more than her inventions. She sees me. I am so lucky to have this bright, shining, beautiful star in my life, when I most need her.
    You are right, I am Emberess. She is me and I am her. She makes me whole (though of course Lydia makes me feel whole on a deeper, subterranean level).
    I wonder, what do you think your superhero name will be? Mountain Maiden sounds epic, but it's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it? You wouldn't have time to announce it dramatically before a villain kills you and nearby civilians.
    Oh, and I am keeping touch with Ken and Sage. They are receiving your wonderful letters, too. Little Sage is as shy and unsure of herself as I am, but she's strong, and she perseveres, just like her mom.
    Oh, could Mountain Mom be your super name? Or Mighty Mom, for simplicity? Or maybe no attention should be brought to you being a mom, secret identities and all.
    Thanks again for your amazing words. You're amazing.
    I know you will save the world some day, and make less of a mess of it than I could ever pull off.
    But you are already a hero. All mothers are heroes. All women are heroes. All women are magnificent goddesses.
    Good luck on your quest, and come home soon, Lady Rock.
    (Oh wait, that sounds like the distaff counterpart to a wrestler, doesn't it? How about Lady Ice? Too soon? Oh my goddesses, what about Geode?! Just Geode! You can see the symbolism there, can't you?)

    Love, Terri, aka Emberess!