The sushi's fresh, the demons are bickering, and I think that centaur just clotheslined himself... I'm Immy. I suck at being a witch, but make up for it with mad style. What, you don't believe me? Ask my demon roommates. Yeah, the plushie-loving softie and the one set on world domination. I check in rental cars for supernatural customers leaving town, so I score whatever they ditch before they get on a plane home—and lemme tell you, they leave some weird stuff behind. Weird enough that sometimes it's a toss-up if it'll help pay the bills, or cause the next best thing to an apocalypse. I really don't wanna start an apocalypse, but c'mon, I gotta eat. What's a girl to do?
Magic and mayhem and ghost dogs, oh my… I’m the plus-size witch who just wants to putter around my magical-plant nursery in peace, but nooo. The universe is conspiring against me, I swear. The newbie witch down the street just went missing—five minutes before she was gonna give me a ride to our book club. Something magical is stalking through my mundane neighborhood, attacking my neighbors, and I’ve got everybody and their ghost dogs trying to “help” me out. Pssh, like I can’t handle things by myself. Oh, and my house—with a mischievous mind of its own—has decided this is the time to get up to more antics. Just gotta wrangle all this nonsense before the Unawares figure out magic’s real… It’ll be easy-peasy, right?
Set between the summers of 1998 and 2005, Blue Sky July follows the story of Nia Wyn, a mother who battled against impossible odds to heal her son Joe, who was diagnosed with cerebral palsy soon after he was born. Told by doctors that he would never walk, talk, see, or even recognize her, Wyn devoted her every waking moment to exploring alternative treatments. Through an intimate portrayal of her day-to-day interactions with her son and partner-as well as her own internal struggles, perceptions, and celebrations-Wyn shares her own uplifting story of resilience in the face of tragedy.
The sushi's fresh, the demons are bickering, and I think that centaur just clotheslined himself... I'm Immy. I suck at being a witch, but make up for it with mad style. What, you don't believe me? Ask my demon roommates. Yeah, the plushie-loving softie and the one set on world domination. I check in rental cars for supernatural customers leaving town, so I score whatever they ditch before they get on a plane home—and lemme tell you, they leave some weird stuff behind. Weird enough that sometimes it's a toss-up if it'll help pay the bills, or cause the next best thing to an apocalypse. I really don't wanna start an apocalypse, but c'mon, I gotta eat. What's a girl to do?
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