Happy Groundhog Day! The day when gobs of otherwise sane people gather in the cold, awaiting that magical moment when a quaintly garbed ge..
It’s that time of year. The season of hearts, candy, flowers and valentines. In Cratersville, where I grew up, we celebrated Candy Hearts ..
So I was sitting in class one day, staring out the windows at the volcanos that constantly oozed magma and steam but never really erupted—..
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..
In the Gypsy Grove, when the days grew short and cold, the Travelers would light the candles for the Winter Lights Festival. The fact that..
From afar, Earth is a marble of blue, green and brown shrouded by an ever-changing, wispy cocoon of white. Zooming in, this placid jewel t..
On Winter Wish Eve, my father always threw a swanky soirée. The vibe was much more the glittering ’20s of the nineteenth century than the ..
Gobble, gobble! It’s Turkey Day! Now, some of you may know this day as Thanksgiving while others of you may think of it as Shop-Till-You-D..
According to the Eternal Clock, by which they live their lives, the Travelers start the new year at the time of the apple harvest. Not qui..
It was that time of year when graveyards hold a certain appeal. You would know this time as Halloween. In Cratersville, we celebrated this..
It was a hot summer day when I spied the broken down spaceship in the middle of the desert. Since little creatures are basically clueless ..
Hi, Let me introduce myself. My name is Blueberry Fields—Blue to you, Mr. Fix It to everyone else, unless you piss me off at which point I..
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..
Everyone needs a place to call home. For most of us, that home is where we are born. Hometowns turn into life-towns ending up as ghost tow..
Open hands are a common symbol. On Earth, they symbolize protection against the evil eye, a charm of luck, an emblem of happiness. In the ..
When I first found my mother’s secret journals, shortly after returning to the Creators Realm, I flipped through them not really knowing w..
Our father had this book. He kept it hidden underneath a velvet-draped table. Whenever we visited his theater, at the first opportune time..
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..
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..
I’ve written many times about how my relationship with the Travelers waxed in my earliest years then waned as the time traveled on. Thus, ..
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 created this peace sign with people like my mom and sister Poppy in mind. Their unabashed gypsy style drew quite a few stares (and whisp..
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..