Category: Life, Mastered (Sort Of)
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Last-Minute Samhain: A Quiet Ritual You Can Do in Bed
A five-minute way to remember, reflect, and welcome the next season, even when your grandest plan involves finding the comfortable side of the pillow. You had plans for Samhain. There would be candles, an altar, perhaps something homemade involving apples. Then life happened, and now you’re in bed, wondering whether eating a biscuit under an…
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Love Spells for People Who Refuse to Text Their Ex
A simple ritual to clarify what you want from love and a practical plan for when your thumb has other ideas. You’ve decided not to text your ex. You have reasons. Sensible, well-earned reasons. Then evening arrives, a familiar song plays, and suddenly “just checking how you are” seems like a perfectly reasonable message. Before…
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Missing Someone Who’s Still Alive: A Samhain Ritual for Living Losses
How to acknowledge a changed relationship, make room for what you miss, and choose one thing that supports you now. A friendship ends, a marriage breaks down, or someone you love stops being part of your everyday life. They’re still alive, but the relationship you relied on has changed. You reach for your phone to…
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A Simple Samhain Tarot Spread for When You Don’t Know What You Need
Three cards, a few honest questions, and absolutely no requirement to reorganise your entire existence. You sit down with your tarot deck, ready for a meaningful Samhain reading. You shuffle thoughtfully. You consider your question. Your brain offers: “What do you even want to know? Is this the right question?” And then your mind goes…
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Is He Your Soulmate, or Are You Doing All the Spellwork?
Tarot, romantic chemistry, and the small matter of whether he ever makes a plan. You’ve pulled the Lovers, noticed his birthday on a receipt, and heard your song twice while shopping. Meanwhile, he has replied “haha yeah” to the message in which you suggested actually seeing each other. Naturally, you’re wondering whether the universe is…
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Ancestor Work When Your Family History Is Complicated
How to make room for remembrance without giving every relative a reserved seat at your altar. October arrives, and suddenly everyone online is arranging photographs, baking ancestral recipes, and describing their grandmother as a source of infinite wisdom. Meanwhile, you’re wondering whether yours would interrupt the ritual to comment on your weight (I can easily…
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The “Just One More Chapter” Romance Books We Blame for Our Sleep Problems
Tomorrow-you would like a word. Tonight-you does not care. Bestie, it’s 11:07 p.m. You’re going to read one chapter. Very mature. Very responsible. Look at you respecting your sleep schedule. Then somebody kisses somebody they absolutely should not be kissing. Suddenly it’s 12:43 a.m., your Kindle battery is at 14%, and you’ve begun calculating whether…
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A Neurodivergent Witch’s Guide to Autumn: When You Love the Season but Hate the Change
You ordered crunchy leaves and candles. Your nervous system received schedule changes, different daylight and seventeen new sensory experiences. Can we admit that loving autumn and actually transitioning into autumn are two completely different experiences? Because my witchy brain is delighted. Give me candles, cooler evenings, Mabon, ridiculous quantities of cinnamon and the first excuse…
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The September Reading Slump Is Real, Bestie. Here’s How We’re Getting Our Books Back
Because scrolling for 47 minutes and then claiming we had no time to read is getting suspicious. Can we have a tiny intervention? September arrives, everybody gets back into routines, and somehow reading is the first thing quietly sacrificed to the scheduling gods. School starts. Work gets serious again. Activities restart. The calendar suddenly looks…
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6 Low-Key Sexy Books to Read During the School Pickup Line
Hot enough to improve car line. Innocent enough that you won’t have to explain the cover to another mum. September means back to school, which means something very exciting happens to parents everywhere: we spend an absolutely ridiculous amount of our lives waiting in the car. Ten minutes until pickup. Twenty minutes outside ballet. Somehow…
