Everybody’s got a true home—maybe not where they’re living, butwhere their heart lives.

I’m a writer and this is what I do no matter what name we put to it. Year by year, the world is turning into a darker and stranger place than any of us could...

Gina always believed there was magic in the world. “But it doesn’t work in the way it does in fairy tales,” she told me. “It doesn’t save us. We have to save ourselves.

I love this world,” he added. “That is what rules my life. When I die, I want to have done all in my power to leave it in a better state than it was when...

The faerie represent the beauty we don’t see, or even choose to ignore. That’s why I’ll paint them in junkyards, or fluttering around a sleeping wino. No place or person is immune to spirit. Look...