Coming Soon: The new girl said Stevie Nicks could teach me how to be a witch. I don’t remember caring about black magic. Instead, it was the desperate promise of receiving attention from a mother, but not being a daughter. In the system, many daughters suffered at the hands of their mothers before they were taken away. My own chose an abusive boyfriend over working with my social worker to bring me home. I imagined Stevie Nicks as a mother figure who would love me enough to allow me into her coven by mail.
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T.J. Butler lives on a sailboat with her husband and dog. She writes fiction and essays that are not all fun and games. She is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and a contributor to Tiny House Magazine. Her work appears or is forthcoming in a variety of literary journals and anthologies. Her short story collection, A Flame on the Ocean, is forthcoming. View all posts by T.J. Butler, Author