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My Own Crooked Path: What I Believe When I Don’t Need All the Answers
After a lifetime of being told there was one straight and narrow path, I’ve discovered something far more comfortable: my path can be crooked. I can question, learn, change my mind, honor the sacred, admit what I don’t know, and still call myself a witch.
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Supernatural Woke Up the Girl Who Questions Everything
I thought I was watching fifteen seasons of two ridiculously codependent brothers hunting monsters in a gorgeous ’67 Impala. Instead, Supernatural reopened every religious, biblical, historical, and downright weird question I’ve been asking since childhood—from Cain’s mysterious wife and Lilith’s possible first divorce to Nephilim, 900-year-old men, Revelation, and who cleaned up all the poop…
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Source, Please: Why Hekate: Goddess of Witches Lost Me
I picked up Hekate: Goddess of Witches ready to learn—and closed it at page 117. Somewhere between ancient sources, modern witchcraft, personal gnosis, politics, and a whole lot of fact-checking, I realized this wasn’t the Hekate study I was looking for. So I chose another road.
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The Turning Point: There Is More Than Darkness
A trip to Michaels reminded me that autumn is more than Halloween, witchcraft is more than darkness, and my spiritual path is meant to move with the whole Wheel of the Year—not just one season, one color, or one way of being.
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The Turning Point: I Intend to Honor My Life
At 56, a simple question from Hestia becomes a turning point: how do I want to live the rest of my life with honor, integrity, intention, peace, and joy?
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The Big Flush: Who Will Choose Me?
1989 finally flushed. Victory! Except the spiritual plumbing gurgled again, and underneath all that old emotional gunk was one stubborn little question: Who will choose me? Apparently Hekate has the flashlight, the Universe has more questions, and I’m still wearing the damn waders.
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The Big Flush: 1989 Finally Flushed
Apparently the Universe and the Goddesses aren’t letting me drag old emotional gunk into 56. Unfortunately, Hekate just discovered that 1989 never completely flushed. Grab the waders. This one has been clogging the spiritual pipes for thirty-seven years.
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The Big Flush: Nobody Jiggle the Handle
Apparently shadow work wasn’t enough. Four days before turning 56, my brain, the universe, and the Goddesses decided it was time for the industrial-strength option: an emotional enema. Welcome to Part Two of The Big Flush, where forty-something years of friendship, grief, belonging, rejection, birthdays, and old emotional baggage are apparently circling the drain.
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Torch in the Dark: Finding My Way Back to Myself
What started as lists of colors, scents, foods, textures, and things I love became something much deeper: a map back to myself. Through shadow work, astrology, creativity, spirituality, and Hekate’s torch at the crossroads, I began uncovering the woman who had been there all along.
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A Cottage of Our Own, Desert Monsoons, and the Depth of Real Roots
Wild Arizona monsoons, setting real boundaries, doing the shadow work, and building a cozy home sanctuary. Reflections on lineage, deities, and true growth.
