Category: Roots & Remnants
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Before TikTok witches. Before Etsy spell jars. Before “witchtok girlies” were selling moon water in aesthetic glass bottles. There were millennial girls raised on magic. Girls who grew up watching Hocus Pocus, Practical Magic, Double, Double, Toil and Trouble, Halloweentown, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Twitches, and most importantly…Charmed. And once I discovered Charmed around sixth…
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The Girl Who Lived Outside It may come as a shock to many, but I actually like being outside. I know my former years as a couch potato make that difficult to believe, but that was depression. There is a difference between somebody who dislikes the outdoors and somebody who forgot what it felt like…
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Or: Why HER by Skydxddy Finally Ended the “What’s Your Favorite Song?” Crisis For years, I hated being asked what my favorite song was. It felt impossible. Like asking someone to pick their favorite scar. Favorite memory. Favorite version of themselves. Music has never been background noise to me. Music is emotional archaeology. Tiny haunted…
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Note: Going forward, my first ex-husband has given me permission to use his real name and show his face. 🥁 Drumroll, please! 🥁 “Ex-husband”, “Ex-husband #1”, and “Westley” is Blake. But, honestly, I think the only people who read this blog already knew that. There are some places in Michigan that do not feel entirely…
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A few nights ago, my ex-husband told me he thinks I am self-absorbed. And honestly? I agree with him. I think people hear the phrase “self-absorbed woman” and immediately picture somebody vain. Somebody emotionally shallow. Somebody obsessed with attention, appearances, or making everything about themselves. That is not the version of self-absorbed I became. Mine…
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Flash Sale Siren Songs & Other Financially Questionable Decisions This trip technically started because Great Wolf Lodge decided to personally tempt my impulsive tendencies. They ran one of those dangerous little flash sales where suddenly I could snag a room for $90 before taxes and fees, and honestly? At that price, my frontal lobe barely…
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The Mirror Incident That Started This Spiral Today was not supposed to be a double feature. The girls accidentally shattered my mirror last night, which apparently means they just signed a seven-year contract with bad luck before they even know how to spell “superstition.” Tiny cuts. Tears. Millions of glittering shards scattered across the freshly…
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Roundabouts, Roses, and the Color That Calms Me I needed to get out of my own head, and instead of staying in it, I reached out. I made plans with people I hadn’t seen in a while, and once I started putting it together, the day filled itself quickly. What started as a simple idea…
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Grief is often treated like an event—something that happens, something you respond to, something you eventually move past. A loss occurs, you feel it, you process it, and then, ideally, you come out the other side with a lesson neatly tucked into your pocket. That version of grief is comforting. It’s also incomplete. Grief is…