Believe in Miracles

An occasional series based on stuff that hangs in my room… or my heart.

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast,” the Queen tells Alice in Through the Looking-Glass. When I read the book as a child, I tried that. I tried believing in the very tangible “impossible” things: that I would become shorter or thinner. That I wouldn’t have to wear glasses. That I would be prettier. None of it seemed to come.

Then when I was in college, Jefferson Starship’s Red...