I am a witch in suburbia.

Being the only witch in a small town in Wisconsin is not extremely trying, but it's not easy, either.

When I say witch, I don't mean "crazy girl who casts spells on people to turn them into frogs", contrary to popular belief. The term "witch" in this context refers to a follower of Wiccan traditions.

Not that these traditions are through my family; I live in a mostly Lutheran family, and was baptised as such. Luckily, my parents are pretty accepting of my alternate beliefs. Mostly, I think, because they don't care much for standard ideas of how religion should be in the average life. I'm free to do as I wish in my own home, but when I leave our property, things change a bit.

I have to be a little more careful of what I do and say, due to my town's social standings of religion in Catholicism and other like-branches.

Pentagrams do not bring the nicest of looks here.

All the same, I do my best to live a life I enjoy, and have my morals set, regardless of the lack of respect from those around me at times. I look for the good in them, even if they don't always see it in me.