Living

Fallow

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He spins the card, bright with marigolds, to face me. “Stop me if you’ve heard this one before – what if you let yourself be sad?” Looking at the card is easier than looking at him. “I tried,” I say. “I should be done by now.”

Living

Butcher

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I am not sure whether someone who has not raised and slaughtered an animal that they will depend on for food can understand the fond, respectful distance I hold for everything but the dearest pets.

Living

Ephesian

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“It shouldn’t be possible!” my boyfriend said. “My surgeon said it wouldn’t happen.” I felt a surge of fear. I know pregnancy is dangerous, but I haven’t had someone I loved so much risking it before.  “What?” I asked. “My tits are coming back.”

Culture

I Write Tragedies, Not Sins

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I have always thought of magic as the language that we use to speak to the universe. Many Witches use words of power, chanting, and sigils to communicate their intention in their spellwork. That is practical magic, intended to use language to work their will.

Living

Spring Magic

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“I should pour a little of this back onto the roots,” they say as we dip spoons in the maple syrup and argue about whether to reduce it more. “Pay it back.” “Why wouldn’t you give it something from your world?” I ask. “It gave you something of itself.” “You want me to give it blood?”