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I have a buried romanticized secret — a notion in which I came from a long line of radiant, regal witches who loved to cook. I have a...

“I don’t want to do it.” Dorothy scowled at her little sister Margaret as she opened the box and pulled out the ouija board, being...

It’s the Ace of Wands, of Clubs. The card of talent. On its head. Telling me to look before I leap, but please, “Do not forget to leap.”*...