…a heart, a home, the nerve.” Probably because I saw it at umpteen Thanksgivings while growing up–in the old days when we had to wait for the broadcasters to bestow our favorite movies–I guess I have overanalyzed the importance of the messages.

I flip flop on Dorothy all the time. How I admired her drive to see something different, experience new worlds. I left home, too. I didn’t know what I wanted, other than more and new. I really loved when it turns out that Dorothy has the power to do what she wants all along, but needs to learn to believe in herself. That was a comfort. But when Dorothy gets spun and realizes that she has everything at home and never will leave again, well, that leaves me cold. So, I turn to the Scarecrow.