Pouring

I don’t have the

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I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee. Stirring clockwise to conjure. Widdershins to banish. There’s never enough time, and rarely enough caffeine, but I make do with what I have. Besides, cauldrons and … Read more

I mean, I have

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I mean, I have done scenes with animals, with owls, with bats, with cats, with special effects, with thespians, in the freezing cold, in the pouring rain, boiling hot; I’ve done press with every syndication, every country; I’ve done interviews with people dressed up as cows – there’s honestly nothing that’s gonna intimidate me! Emily … Read more

For a decade Americans

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For a decade Americans have been steeped in the rhetoric of \”zero tolerance\” and the faith that virtually all problems from drug addiction to lousy teaching can be solved by pouring on the punishment. Even without a Commander in Chief who pledges to rid the world of evildoers, smoke them out of their holes and … Read more

I do have friends,

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I do have friends, but they don’t know me, only someone I’ve created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out. Ellen Hopkins