The letter arrived addressed to me on Thursday afternoon, tucked inside an elaborate gold envelope, my name written in swirling, impeccable handwriting. I held it briefly, turned it over in my hands, and decided it had to be junk mail. Another of those flashy solicitations, the sort that attempted to lure you in with a ...

I thought I had the Ten of Cups And wouldn’t be alone, I read a family in my cards Together we’d build a world of love. But instead my fate Draws the six of swords: A woman adrift skewered by swords. Did I swap my Ten of Cups Or was it snatched away by Fate? ...