SugarLust

Stumbling through the brush toward our house, I grumbled again at the flapping the sole my right boot was making. Another pair ruined from scouting the rocks by the river, just like every other year. My life is not like many; I live in a small town in Door County, where the highlight of the year is cherry picking, and most people live in houses amongst the trees. It's peaceful and accepting, unlike a lot of things in life. Like people. Which is why my family lives up here, in Sister Bay, on a cliff overlooking the lake, on the edge of town. Why? That's simple. We're Wiccan. Not Salem witch trial witches, but real witches. Not Satanists, ei