Sisterhood of Midlife Magic

When your dead grandma starts giving advice, you know life's about to get weird. I thought the worst part of the funeral would be saying goodbye. I was wrong. One flash of rainbow light later, and I can feel other people's emotions and blast my own right back at them. (Pro tip: do not get angry...

They say you can't change the past. Apparently, they also forgot to mention how easy it is to accidentally get stuck there. I was using my magic to track down my missing son, Tristan, when one wrong teleport sent my sisters and me careening into 1996 Seattle. Think grunge, frosted lip gloss, and...

I was using my magic to track down my missing son, Tristan, when one wrong teleport sent my sisters and me careening into 1996 Seattle. Think grunge, frosted lip gloss, and dial-up internet slower than my mother's telekinesis. Oh, and our magic? Bound tighter than a scrunchie on prom night. But now that I'm here, maybe I can stop Tristan's disappearance before it ever happens. Sure, one wrong move could unravel everything I know, but what kind of mother would I be if I didn't try?