Migration
Butterflies don’t always know where they will go or how they will get there Sometimes the wind is against them Sometimes they have to take shelter
HELPFUL HINT: Dispatches are not arranged in a strict monthly order. If this is how you wish to experience my world, start with the June dispatches (my birth month) and end with the May ones.
Butterflies don’t always know where they will go or how they will get there Sometimes the wind is against them Sometimes they have to take shelter
I’ve mentioned my mom several times so far, but I’ve really never written much about her and what she was really like. Both of my parents were a bit of a mystery to me as I was growing up. I didn’t know a lot about their lives before I was
Those who have read my Shamrocks and Rainbows dispatch know that my sister Poppy and I utilized a rainbow to get a little lost creature home. The only way we were able to do this was because of the power that rainbows had already been imbued with through time. A
In the depths of winter, I conjure flowers. It’s a perk of being a Creator. For those of you familiar with my world, you know that I live in a realm of techno-magical construct. You might think, because of this fact, that planetary seasons would be of little consequence to
Peace on Earth. There’s no more powerful or yearned for wish this time of year. Some people believe Peace on Earth means an absence of war or other violence. The way I see it, though, Peace on Earth means more than just cessation of conflict. To me, any world truly
Happy Holly Days! It’s the time of year I think a lot about the small town of Cratersville, where I grew up. Cratersville inhabited a desert valley located within a techno-magically created orb known as Red Rainbow Minor. The aesthetic of Cratersville was a bit of Norman Rockwell Americana with
It started with a map. I still remember my sister’s glee as she unrolled an ancient-looking map of Earth in the room above our mom’s tea shop. On the map, emblazoned across a vast swath of ocean were the ominous words—Here Be Dragons. Poppy’s love of dragons had been well
Every year, right after Turkey Day, the Holly Zings would appear. These little creatures with the green holly wings would hide in plain sight amongst the other Holly Day decor where they would wait eagerly for the perfect moment to interject a little Holly Day frivolity into someone’s day. Some
From afar, Earth is a marble of blue, green and brown shrouded by an ever-changing, wispy cocoon of white. Zooming in, this placid jewel turns more rugged as mountains, rivers and roads come into view. At night, bright webs of light electrify the darkened land. I can’t recall the number
Turkey Day was fast approaching and the moment I had been dreading since arriving in the Creators Realm was here. For the past few months, I have spent my days cocooned in Professor Zell’s protective care. It was he who encouraged me to remember vividly my past life in Cratersville,