She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth a valentine
. . . .Edna St. Vincent Millay
The day of witching is upon us and something tells me that the cultural obsession with all things beguiling will continue to cast its spell on this holiday’s mystique. After all, we read books about wizards, lust over vampires in the movies and … Read More
