Persephone’s Descent

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I was obsessed with the story of Persephone and Demeter. Although I wasn't a mother yet, she wasn't born yet, I identified with Demeter, a mother who would destroy the world to get her daughter back. It actually took years before I saw the story in another way, … Continue reading Persephone’s Descent

They Sicken of The Calm

Today is the feast day of Dorothy Parker. I fucking love Dorothy Parker. There is something to say about her poem Fair Weather, because we do get bored, don't we? Whether soldiers who've returned from war, or working women becoming housewives, there are many who get bored when life becomes calm, when all of the … Continue reading They Sicken of The Calm

Original Sin / Original Occupation

At some point in my twenties, I got a job as a receptionist for a small escort service in the Midwest. I fucking loved that job, it was one of the many turning points in my spiritual life. Having been raised in a Southern Baptist household, adding in conservative parents, and I believed, completely, that … Continue reading Original Sin / Original Occupation

Sister Aimee

No matter how much I shit talk many of the spiritual advisors, teachers, leaders of the world, there are some that I just really love. One of my most beloved spiritual leaders from history happens to be Aimee Semple McPherson. The founder of the Foursquare Church, the creator of the Angelus Temple, and the subject … Continue reading Sister Aimee


after all of the work that Anne Boleyn put into making sure that she was queen, rather than royal mistress, it must have been a blow, not so much that her psychotic husband was having her put to death, but that he had the marriage annulled a few days before her murder. sometimes it feels … Continue reading annulment


I recently noticed a crisis of faith, not in the gods, the spirits, anything like that. It's a growing crisis of faith in humanity, that which I have loved so dearly, all of my life. I guess I don't understand. I've never wanted to be mean to people, to animals, I don't want to tear … Continue reading reflection

Marked Down

I've had enough friends, family and clients that pull this shit, that I know it by heart. You got involved with someone whose red flags seemed pink because you didn't bother taking your rose-colored glasses off. You figured that when they said that they didn't want to be exclusive, that they didn't really want a … Continue reading Marked Down