This week, I reflect on the passing of an icon: Carrie Fisher.

Ms. Fisher, best known for her role as Princess Leia Organa, leaves behind a world that she helped make more beautiful.  As an actress, as a mental health advocate, author, and legendary script doctor, she brought so much meaning to our lives.

Personally, Princess Leia in that white hallway is the first clear memory I have.

But the woman she became: bitingly witty, refreshingly devoid of pretense, and profoundly insightful — that is the person I hope I can become someday.  And if I do, it’ll be because she showed me how.

After all, she wrote her own obituary: “I want them to write that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.”

May the Force be with you, Ms. Fisher.  And may it also be with those who you leave behind: your daughter Billie Lourd, your brother Todd, and your dog, Gary.

Murphy Leigh

Murphy is a vaguely femininish malady who spends most of their time worshipping at the altars of Lois Lane, Chloe Sullivan, Jean Grey, and Wanda Maximoff. Their first confirmable event-memory is Princess Leia at the start of A New Hope. Has more in common with Lex Luthor than Lex Luthor would probably like to admit.

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