December Will Be Magic Again

As I sit hunched over in my frigid apartment warming my extremities with space heaters and candlelight, I hear Kate Bush’s lyrics in my ear repeating like a mantra, “December Will Be Magic Again.” I breathe her mystical soprano in and repeat her words. Lighting a gold candle I watch the bright flame grow and... Continue Reading →

Night Hags Unite!

Little known fact, I used to be a burlesque dancer in my younger years, and learned all tricks of the trade from mastering a glove peel to the ultimate joy of tassel-twirling. My most memorable acts, however, were always the subversive ones that allowed audiences to relate and celebrate frank expressions of sexuality and personal... Continue Reading →

Sowing Seeds In September

The feeling of hysterical blindness was running rampant last week as the Full Moon and Lunar Eclipse in Pisces left no eye dry and wounds reopened. Like Persephone or Alice in Wonderland, I felt as if I was descending into a frightening abyss only to wake up to even more confusion and endless tears. Luckily... Continue Reading →

Magic Rites Between The Eclipses

As we enter the final 2 weeks of August, I’m submerging myself into a wondrous time and space to work magic between the eclipses. Currently we are in the midst of the season of Lammas, the ancient Celtic holiday was celebrated on the 1st of August. Lammas, or Lughnasadh, is the first harvest of the... Continue Reading →

Legacy of the Witch: A Feminist Festival!

Hey Brooklyn! I am pumped for the 2nd annual Legacy of the Witch: A Slutist Feminist Festival. I will be giving FREE 10 minute Tarot Readings from 7:00-9:00pm. A portion of the proceeds benefit RAINN, the amazing organization to help survivors of rape, abuse and incest. C'mon down and enjoy bands, burlesque, witches, vendors and... Continue Reading →

March Manifestations

MARCH MANIFESTATIONS “Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses.” -Joni Mitchell Every March, I continue my yearly tradition of spring-cleaning and with... Continue Reading →

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