I’m mad. Absolutely unhinged. A warlock of some sort. Not a simple witch. No. I am a deranged master of a brownstone in North Chicago. I own a shop where I hawk experimental potions and spells. I have a dog. Perhaps a Corgi hellhound mix. I spend days thinking of ways to irritate my lovely spouses. She, is an extroverted barista who can’t make a good espresso to save her life and he, is a cat groomer who is allergic to cats. I am happy, fat, and spirited!
J. T. Frost 