How did I get stuck with a man who couldn't handle my magick?

I wanted the same things out of life that all warrior witches wanted: a loving husband, a sweet child, and enough magickal work to keep me happily busy doing some good in the world. How my life turned into the current hot mess I'm dealing with is still a mystery. What I got instead was a husband who betrayed me, a child who still believes I'm a criminal, and a bogus prison sentence I'm stuck serving to save my ungrateful child's life.

But there's a reason my mother named me after the Aran Cliffs in Ireland. I may be short of stature, but I'm not short on my determination to survive the mess I made of my life. If I didn't, I'd be letting down my ancestor, The Dagda of the Tuatha de Danann, and my familiar, Connlander of the Fir Bolg. Outside of my father, Goddess rest his soul, they're the only two males in my life who haven't stuck a knife in my back.

I'm making plans for my midlife makeover and no one will stop me.