My room is bathed in a supernatural glow. It is the night of the full moon. To celebrate I have conjured a moonlit scene outside my window..
As I grew older, I spent the after-school hours at my father’s theater. This is where I practiced the magic that I had been initiated int..
History. If you don’t learn from it, you’re doomed to repeat it.
My father and I were standing on the roof of his theater. It was not t..
I still remember the day when a hungry caterpillar inched its way across the top of my Creation Book.
My sister Poppy and I were sittin..
At first, when my sister, Poppy, and I discovered the Magic that allowed us to create little creatures, we weren’t really sure what we had..
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
This is my refrain when I’m faced with the fallout from one of those that’s-not-quite-what-I-wa..
Dreams are like flames; they lure us into their fiery embrace, singeing our souls, transfiguring us. I did not know at ten, when I made my..
Hi, my name is Jellybean Reds and I create little creatures. I’ve had this ability since I’ve been ten. I also design a lot of peace signs..
I created this peace sign using two elements that you’ll see in many of my creations. The first is a rainbow flower. I refer to this flowe..
I have a bowl sitting on the well-worn, plank table where I am working. The bowl is brass and somewhat ornate. It has seen better days, th..
Outside my window, past the cold stones that frame the sky in this part of my Creation Room, I see stars. This is my private sky—a theatri..
I love birds; they remind me of my sister Poppy. The Gypsy Grove where we spent our early childhood exploring all things natural and magic..
One day, while living in Cratersville, I was doing some rambling in that great Celestial Warehouse where all of the information of the uni..
Sand was everywhere. It was in our shoes. It piled up around the chair legs. It formed dunes on the tabletop between the wine glasses and ..
Spring has sprung. And it’s time to celebrate!
When I was growing up, Carnival Day was one of four carnival-themed days during the year..
Those who have read my Shamrocks and Rainbows dispatch know that my sister, Poppy, and I utilized the power of a rainbow to get a little, ..
We all get a little lost sometimes. It happens to the best of us. I still remember one Shamrock Day when we were visiting our home that wa..
March in Cratersville was always a grab-bag weather-wise. One day, it could be sunny and hot. Another day, it could be bitterly cold and w..
It was the last year of high school when I officially designated the day after Candy Hearts Day as Poison Hearts Day. No, I wasn’t having ..
At first, I thought I had escaped the worse of it. It was my birthday, which also meant it was Candy Hearts Day.
My birthday flew under..
I’m a mouse.
I live in a pocket.
I am shy.
Too shy to come out.
I have a pen
and a piece of paper.
Now, I will write,
Before I begin, I should let you know that I don’t have no truck with magic of any kind—at least not if I can help it. I’m not saying that..
Happy Groundhog Day! The day when gobs of otherwise sane people gather in the cold, awaiting that magical moment when a quaintly garbed ge..
The last Jolly Zings of the season are flittering about my head. They’re dropping their remaining bits of glitter and tinsel upon me as I’..
Cratersville, where I grew up, is an iconville. This means, besides being a techno-magical construct, it is based on the ethos of Earth-li..