She's having an article published- about growing up as a witch's daughter. It's good that her memories are so positive. She remembers things I'd completely forgotten- like how we made a model boat as part of a spell to promote peace in the Middle East and how it fell apart even as I was explaining it to her.
She left out the story of how she "laid healing hands" on a dying gerbil and had it running round its cage again. She didn't think her readers would believe her.
It's strange reading about yourself as a character in someone else's story.
Family piety is a lovely thing.