In the Cards

The magic that I do has the same grit-teeth determination as any other chore. I need to wash the dishes. I need to take out the trash. I need to light a candle and tell Hermes that I am afraid. I need to tell the Puck I love him. But the baby is coming in a month and a half.

No Place to Raise Children

“This will be my last regular column for The Wild Hunt.” Our weekend editor, Eric O. Scott, reflects on parenthood, life in St. Louis, and a decade of writing on these pages.