Dispatch from JellybeanTag
Celebrations and me have an awkward relationship. Thanksgiving, Winter Wish, Shamrock Day, I can get into. Mostly because the centerpiece ..
It’s a gorgeous spring day in the Gypsy Grove and I’m flipping through the pages of my Creation Book. Being Magical in nature, my Creation..
I’ve mentioned my mom several times so far, but I’ve really never written much about her and what she was really like.
Both of my paren..
The owls were hooting their haunting enchantment as my sister and I slipped from our room. The moon was new and, as was part of the Travel..
You may have noticed that I design a lot of peace signs. Over the years I have made peace signs not only my personal emblem but a main tra..
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 o..
I love rainbows. They represent so many things for me.
For one, they represent that each color—though they can shine by themselves—glow..
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,..
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..
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…
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’..
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 te..
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..
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 Cratersvill..
When the bonfire had ceased and the embers cooled, she came.
Slowly, she swept up the ashen remnants of sorrow and despair offered up t..
Every autumn it comes.
Before the Night Between the Worlds, the townspeople gather. At the site of the burning, they bring their parcel..
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..
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..