A Witch's Guide to Magical Innkeeping

by Sangu Mandanna

If resistance had an opposite, surely that opposite was resignation,

Theirs was a friendship that did not talk about the things that cut deepest, but it understood that those things were there, and respected them, and gave them space.

Like little pieces of me keep chipping away, bit by bit, and each time something goes, that version of me dies.

This is the life I wanted. This life of contentment and unexpected excitement, of little everyday joys, where I don’t just get to be myself but also get to be embraced as myself. It’s miraculous.”