Dear Fairy Godmother:
I want to be a princess. Do I have to grow up first? Do my feet have to be small? Please get back to me soon, before I start second grade. I never want to go back there again, and princesses have their own tutors.
Ashleigh (age 7)
Dear Fairy Godmother:
I want to ride dragons and free people from oppression. I want to soar in the sky, meet heroes and protect the forests for the elves and fairies and unicorns. I want to have adventures, be strong and make a difference in the world.
Or at least, I want go out after dark with my friends. I feel like I am locked in a tower, and my hair would never grow long enough to get out. My mother is a witch. Help me out here.
Ash (age 14)
Dear Fairy Godmother:
Where is my prince? Every man I meet is a jerk, a jock, or a joke.
I'm pretty. I do my job. I've been a good girl. I even keep the apartment clean. What else do I have to do? Throw shoes out the window and hope someone brings one back?
Leigh (age 21)
Dear Fairy Godmother:
Could you please turn him back into a beast?
He's always snoring in his man-cave or roaring about football and guzzling beer. What do I have to do to get the magic back? I'll try anything—charms, spells, or potions. Anything.
Ashleigh (age 35)
Dear Fairy Godmother:
I know I've asked a lot of you over the years, and you've always come through for me. I'm alone now, with him gone and the kids out on their own. I need to know that my life has meaning, that I have a purpose. I'd like to feel useful again. Do you need an apprentice?
Ashleigh (age 54)
Dear Fairy Godmother:
I’d love for you to come over to my cottage in the woods for a cup of tea and a few chocolate chip cookies. You have been so good to me, and I’d like to return the favor. I also have some friends I’d like for you to meet. Let me know what’s good for you.
Granny Ash (age 75)
May we NEVER forget the magic in and of us all...