LaLa and Other Magic Spells

Aug 20, 2014 by

I am magic. That’s something I frequently remind myself of when I need to, when I forget. “Nicole, you are magic,” I say, often in a whispered prayer that no one can hear but me. It’s an everyday enchantment in which I, using the power of fond memory or vivid imagination, conjure hope from despair, love from fear, or joy from sadness. I’ve talked a little bit about this practical magic before—it’s something I really believe in.  It takes a certain alchemy to take the lemons we are all handed in life and make them palatable, sweet even. But, where my life is concerned, I’ve nearly mastered the recipe, until I forget that I have it and my lips pucker at the sour of things. You must know that when I say…

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