I went looking for magic somewhere else

Reader, I left my babe for the first time in almost 2.5 years over Spring break. And flew off crusty-eyed across the country to my first writing retreat in the last place I ever imagined I’d go to a writing retreat: Manhattan. Since my Neptune line runs right through the ancestral homeland on my Father’s side, which I can feel running right through my veins: Scotland, I’ve always imagined stealing away in a mossy stone cottage on the moor somewhere in the Highlands near Inverness (and Moy...