The Magic of We

The Magic of We

Photo of crossvine flowers by Susanne Alexander on Unsplash “Mama’s form and my own disappeared. In the remaining emptiness, the space where we had been, only affection remained, my love for her and hers for me, this immense and shining we.”This Animal Body Several...
Magic Is Real (and It Matters)

Magic Is Real (and It Matters)

I’ve always longed to believe in magic. When I was young, I relegated myself to a tiny sliver of my twin bed because dozens of carefully arranged stuffed animals took up the rest of the real estate. When I awoke in the middle of the night, I moved the ones I’d kicked...