This year, as I perused the walls of Halloween costumes with my 2 teenage sons (a pilgrimage we make together every year) I ventured off on my own, leaving my boys among the bloody appendages and creepy clown masks.

For me growing up, Halloween was never about scary masks, but more about magic and more about dreams of what could be.  Actually, most of my childhood was about the magic.  So as I looked around for a costume for a friend’s party that day it came as no surprise that I should be drawn to a display filled with sparkly fairy wands.  And though they were quite spectacular with their crystals, glitter, and tinsel, none compared to my magic wands from my past.