Nursing is a lot like Witchcraft: My Two Sephora’s Worth

In this Trumpified era of 'witch hunts' and offence and indignation, it seems appropriate that even something as simple as a 'kit' for creating a personal ritual could turn into a political debate. The 'rightness' or 'wrongness' of someone's personal practice and therefore connection with the spiritual is no one else's business, except (so it... Continue Reading →

“How do you know she’s a witch?” 

A subject matter I dared not explore while in the throes of my own existential crisis. Religion was not built into my blood, but as a young person I had my friends of the Born Again variety who helped me develop a healthy sense of guilt around all things forbidden by the Bible. When life... Continue Reading →

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