I was in barnes and noble today soaking up free air conditioning and flipping through Anne Lamotts new book when something i have never seen before caught my eye. A little girl - maybe thirteen years old and her mother - the stereotypical new jersey suburban mother in the new age section. i walked over and pretended to be flipping through something on spellcraft as i watched the pair.

Then she did it.

She picked up a copy of teen witch by silver ravenwolf.

trash. total trash. i had this book when i was twelve its amazing i ever progressed. i knelt down and picked up a book on wicca, making eye contact with the mother in a 'I can help you' sort of way

"Maybe this nice lady can help us."
I looked up and smiled tucking my diamond cross into my blouse.
"what do you need?"
"I met laurie cabot..." the little girl mumbled. I saw myself in her so much
"ah, the official witch of salem."
"You know her?"
"No, but I know of her. So what about Laurie Cabot?"
"well, I talked to her and I want to be a witch."
I nodded holding back tears "A worthy pursuit I will say."
"Are you a witch?"
"Me? Once upon a time I thought I was."
she nodded asif she knew exactly what I meant.
"So what book do you recommend miss?" the mother interjected
"Oh, put down that silver ravenwolf silliness. Wicca for One by Scott Cunningham. Its excellant."
"Thank You ma'am."
"Oh you're welcome. Its a pleasure to help."

I walked back to the religion section and went back to my anne lamott trying to decide if I did a good deed or not.