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—..
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 using two elements that you’ll see in many of my creations. The first is a rainbow flower. I refer to this flowe..