sexual orientation: a middle aged woman leaning over a desk


“I know I screwed it up all those years ago. And you were right. I didn’t just hurt you, I hurt myself.”


I watched my girls grow up and grow into their gifts. And then they died because of them and before I’m even done mourning the cycle starts up again, I’m suddenly 9 months pregnant with Ingrid and then soon after comes Freya. And once again my girls grow up, they practice magic, then one way or another they die by its hand. Over and over and over and over.