Some of you may be wondering why I write so much about fairies. That would be because I have fairy blood. That might seem crazy but it’s true. First of all, I’ve always suspected there was magic running through my veins, so I was hardly
Well, they were totally delighted by the treasures brought by the Fairies. We played for hours with the silks and wools and animals and fairies. Henry tried to climb into the silk hammock designed for a much lighter stuffed fairy, but other than that, (and
It’s Autumn Equinox Eve. Time for balance, baking, warmth, cinnamon, apples, love, and magic. “Annabelle,” I say, “the fairies might bring you something tonight for Autumn Equinox.” Her face lights up. “I’m going to call them on my phone and ask them!” she says. She
George came home this late afternoon and I was sitting in the kitchen holding Mr. Mischief on my lap, talking to Annabelle. I was on the verge of tears. “What’s the matter?” he asked me. “Henry fell out of the refrigerator,” I replied. George looked
