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The Evil Step Mother is Still Dead

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  Ding dong. The wicked witch is dead.

A few years ago, my evil stepmother died. Almost every single day, it dawns on me that she is still dead, and I find that delightful. 

Don't worry, it's not as bad as it sounds. Or maybe it is.

After she shuffled off her mortal coils, I wrote an essay about my confusing, guilt-inducing glee at her demise. Here is an excerpt:

"My stepmother never worked at a paying job a day in her life, and had the tawny, crinkled skin of a woman who gardens a lot. As mean and squinty as her eyes were when directed my way, they were green and pretty, homecoming-queen eyes. Although my stepmother was always gaining and losing the same 40 pounds, to me she was all beefy shoulders and sinister stockiness. I have no idea how tall she really was, because in my mind, she was as fearful and looming as a defensive tackle, leaning her elbow in my doorway, impassable.

My stepmonster may be incinerated, but she still gives me the stone-cold willies."

In honor of the upcoming Mother's Day holiday, I revisit the story in full.

Read it here.