Magic is a Verb

One Month of Magic Writing Challenge Starts July 1!

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I was raised on magic. Saturdays, we would all pile in the icy blue Buick station wagon, and my mom would just drive, letting intuition guide her, letting adventure pull her like a tide. Sometimes, we would end up in an orchard, the juice of sun-baked honey crisp apples dripping from our mouths. Other times, we would stumble upon a sailboat race, watching the boats release their spinnakers to the wind, a burst of color against the endless blue of sky and sea. We never knew where we were going, but I always knew something magical would find us. 

Most of her life, my mom wished loudly. Held the want. Believed with unwavering certainty, until it came to her. And it always did. She wanted to take a vacation to the West Coast but couldn’t afford it. With a twinkle in her eye, It’s going to happen, she told me giggling. I’m not concerned with how. Three days later, the phone rang; she had won $15,000 in the raffle at the church she worked for. Three months…