How to amass an out-of control tarot collection

or how I ended up with a bazillion decks

I didn’t plan to have multiple suitcases full.

No one does when it begins. I was nineteen when the love of tarot kicked in. At college in the middle of a cornfield in Ohio, I drove an hour and a half into the nearest city, Columbus, rather than straight home from an errand. I felt rebellious, although unsure of what I was rebelling against.

I stumbled on…