This week, I opened a small collection of poems I inherited decades ago and felt something shift. They were written by my great-uncle Harlow, who served in World War II and passed away in the early 1980s. I didn’t know him well, but I remember him kindly. He lived far away—to me as a child at least, in San Francisco. It always felt like more of an idea than a place—and he kept mostly to himself. He never married. He read constantly, especially history and science, and sometim

The countdown has begun. The Time Travelers Tarot deck is officially printing, and the companion guidebook goes on sale April 1.

What happens when a story leaps off the page and into the cards?