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When the Veil Thins and the Bread Rises
Sometimes, it’s the deeper meaning of the season. Halloween used to be the night of the year for me. Where else could you shapeshift into anything — a crazy-earring glam witch, a cat with questionable eyeliner, a vampire who clearly spent too much time with Hot Topic’s clearance rack — and get rewarded with candy for it? It was pure, sanctioned magic. As a kid, it was about imagination. But, as a parent, it became a new kind of celebration — tiny hands clutching pumpkin buckets, sticky candy negotiations, chocolatey hugs, and me quietly stealing the Reese’s while no one was looking. (Don’t judge; parent tax is real!) But now…
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The Witch Has a Cubicle
I finally have my own cubicle!! Not a shared one. Not the “car-as-my-office” era I survived during field assignments. A real, actual, mine-only cubicle — and yes, I might’ve been unreasonably excited about it. So when Halloween season rolled around, I knew exactly what I was going to do: claim my little corner of the workplace realm and turn it into a full-on witch’s lair. Not a subtle one, either. We’re talking faerie lighting, spellbooks, LED candles, and enough black creepy cloth to make the HR department side-eye me. I even handmade the potion bottles — each one labeled, sealed, and brewed with equal parts glue, glitter, and chaos. (Full…
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The Birthday Curse
There’s not enough sage for this shit. As a child, birthdays used to be magical. Themed decorations, balloons, cake, friends — there was nothing more epic as a kid. Who wouldn’t count down the days, plan outfits, and revel in the one time of year it was completely acceptable to be the center of attention?? But somewhere along the way, that magic… lit on fire. I suddenly hit a point where if it could go wrong on a milestone birthday, it did. Horribly wrong. The Shift For some unknown reason, the Universe has yet to reveal, it started on my 16th birthday. I failed my driving test — bad. Like really bad. I went to…
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