I am a witch.
I prefer ‘Goddess’, or ‘Enchantress’, but really it’s all the same thing- I cast spells- on people and circumstances and outcomes and fortune (I don’t mess with the weather because it’s too powerful, or football games because they’re too stupid).
It all began when I wished for a ‘real’ baby doll when I was three. My mother brought home my sister.
Well, look at that!
Then, I wanted my own room and my mother was unexplainably compelled to clear out the spare bedroom and, as an added bonus, have me fitted for my first brassiere.
One evening, during a grown-up dinner party, I smelled the most delicious scent. I was in bed but I wanted to taste it. I arose and followed the ambrosia to the door, then down the hall. I closed my eyes and breathed very deeply, practically lifting myself off the ground! Suddenly, my mother called me to the party.
That was easy.
In High School, I hated the ‘off the rack’ prom dresses that were available. So common.
Almost like a zombie, my mother had her sewing machine open and was cutting patterns with a glazed look on her face.
I loved to sing to Streisand every morning before school (So energizing. So right) but I didn’t want to disturb the others in their dreamy slumber, and you know what, I was the only one that could hear it!
My first apartment needed curtains.
They magically appeared!
I needed extra dough to pay a bill.
Would the magic never end?
No it hasn’t.
Except now I’m the one in a spell cast
|The Kitchen Window
where brooms (and dishes) fly past