Rita Lipoff, eyes closed, willpower amped up, is preparing to cast a spell. The flame from a lavender-scented candle flickers over a blank sheet of white paper sprinkled with lavender, hibiscus, and cloves. Lipoff kneels before a glass table in the living room of her tidy, open-loft townhouse in Hollywood, molds the herbs into the shape of a heart, then in a soft voice reads from a waxy paper scroll: "My heart is now open to give and receive. True love is what I ask for on this enchanted eve. So I beseech thee, goddess, keeper of destiny and fate. I am ready to be one with my... More >>>