When I was 24, I was on a spiritual search. I was reading all sorts of things about all sorts of spiritualities, mostly in the New Age section of the bookstore. One day, I wandered into a place called Avant Garde Books outside of Baltimore, and a big purple book caught my eye. It was called Drawing Down the Moon, and it was about witches, druids, ( Read more... )

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I came back from lunch to the news that a coworker's husband had died. How horrible! I feel just awful for her. He just turned 40 (and her birthday is later this week); he was in Germany (where they're from) on business, and had an aneurysm. His father was there with him, so at least she doesn't have to fly there immediately to take care of things ( Read more... )

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