Finding Dorothy

by Elizabeth Letts

I tried my damndest to believe in the rainbow that I tried to get over and I couldn’t. —Judy Garland

When she stopped singing, the silence that followed seemed like the plain sister of a beautiful girl.

In truth, though she longed to fit in, she felt more compelled to be true to herself. If she were to have any hope at love, she’d have to find a man who could love her as she was, even though there seemed little likelihood that such a man existed.

“Oh, but it was magic—just not the way you’re thinking of it. Magic isn’t things materializing out of nowhere. Magic is when a lot of people all believe in the same thing at the same time, and somehow we all escape ourselves a little bit and we meet up somewhere, and just for a moment, we taste the sublime.”