At first, I tried to hide them. Then, I tried to make them at the last minute, hoping they wouldn’t be found. I even tried to bake them at school during home-ec.
As a final act of desperation, I ..
It was mid January. And, according to my calendar it was only a few days away from National Hugging Day.
Of course, we didn’t have an official hugging day in Cratersville, but that didn’t stop me..
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 magic ain’t real. Hanging with Jel, I know better than to s..
I love rainbows. They represent so many things for me.
For one, they represent that each color—though they can shine by themselves—glow with a awe-inspiring vibe when they are all present togethe..
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,
Will you be mine?
—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Cre..
Happy Groundhog Day! The day when gobs of otherwise sane people gather in the cold, awaiting that magical moment when a quaintly garbed gentleman pulls a bleary eyed rodent from its burrow in order ..
In our realm, it was the Travelers who kept the realm in balance. It was through their rituals that nature could coexist with the virtual, that everyday wonders could flourish side by side with the ..
Often, when I create peace signs, I think of my mom and sister, Poppy.
Both of them taught me, by their words and actions, not only how to navigate life in the Gypsy Grove, where I was a stranger..
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, it came as a surprise to me that my interest and acceptance ..
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 the radar with nothing more to show but a lopsided cupcake—..
No doubt, you’ve noticed that many of my designs contain orbs of various colors and sizes. Sometimes, these orbs are just used as accents. Other times, they are one of the main components of the com..
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, though upon first glance, it still elicits approving comments…
My father was a magician. Thus, it should come as no surprise that I had more than a few occasions to test his skills at card playing.
It started out when I was young with Go Fish where every mat..
Cratersville, where I grew up, is an iconville. This means, besides being a techno-magical construct, it is based on the ethos of Earth-like things.
Knowledge of this has prompted me, on more tha..
It started out as a play on words, a cheeky suggestion to my mom that instead of a BIRTHday party, we should throw my sister a BIRDday party.
My sister, Poppy, had an early love for birds, and I ..
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’m writing these words. Once their magic reservoirs are empty..
It started with a map.
I still remember my sister’s glee as she unrolled an ancient-looking map of Earth in the room above our mom’s tea shop. On the map, emblazoned across a vast swath of ocean ..
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 turns more rugged as mountains, rivers and roads come into vi..
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 this sounds a lot like Hanukkah may or may not be a coincid..
On Winter Wish Eve, my father always threw a swanky soirée. The vibe was much more the glittering ’20s of the twentieth century than the retro-futuristic ’50s of the same century that the decorum of..
Believe in the goodness of others
Believe in your inner worth
Believe things can be better tomorrow than they are today
Believe in the Magic that makes life worth living
Believe people c..
It was turning into a long meeting.
Ever since arriving in the Creators Realm, I had been pining away for the life I had in Cratersville. Now, with the start of the Holly Days fast approaching, I..
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-Drop-Eve, but in Cratersville, where I grew up, this day was ..
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 quite in sync with the dates set by the SolLuna calendar used b..
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 pact with the Magic, what that Magic would require of me. I..