It might have done me some good to realize whatever kept showing up in the magnifying glass of childhood was something I needed to let go of rather than hold onto, as soon as humanly possible.
There is a gift that runs in the bloodlines of my mother’s side, an awareness of a world that parallels our own, a world which brings the knowledge all is not as it seems and people are not who you think them to be. These are the secrets I keep.
If money only magnifies what’s inside, the same can be said for the holidays. Everything is magnified. Just like our neighbor’s house. I mean, how do you compete with this?