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When my son is three, he eats terribly. I have to sit him at the table and raise my voice, and the teachers

I remember a sunny afternoon in the little market town of Ashford when I watched a conversation unfold

“Love or magic,” warned Grandma Hecate, handing over her familys brew of witchcraft to her

The end of September, on the towns burial ground, a mournful procession shuffled behind a coffin.

She found a lost phone and returned it to its owner. Yet when he saw the pendant around his neck, he

Dear Diary, I dont have everything going smoothly, as Margaret keeps reminding me. Your stepdad never

Hey love, listen upIve got this story I need to share, and its been on my mind lately. Olivia grew up

Why have you brought your boy to the wedding? We asked for an adultsonly affair! My nineyearold son

The marble tiles of the kitchen were cold, hard, unforgiving. On that icy slab sat Eleanor Whitaker

13October The week has been a strange blur. My parentsinlaw arrived for a threeday visit, but their son