The Intersection of Grief and Magic
"When the pain of my mom dying was so strong, I turned to believing in magic again. I wanted to believe that it could just “go away” with a flick of the wrist. I wanted to believe that the answers were all hid in the rafters somewhere. There must have been a code to crack. She must have left something behind — maybe a flower, note, or piece of jewelry — that would start me on a Nancy Drew adventure. Hey, maybe she’d even send me some Morse Code through the lights, I thought.
I think we all want this. Magic is sexy and cool. Death and grief, as we have established, are not. And plus, genius is easier to believe in than hard work. Santa is easier to believe in that your parents, oddly enough..."