Making up 0.4% of Americans’ religious diversity and growing Cauldrons and Melting Pots A cauldron of spiritualities exists in our melting pot American experiment. It might surprise you to learn the real witches live among us. And while 0.4% …

And I’m mad, finally… — So close, yet so far away Why after two years and three vaccinations would I be in this temperature taking purgatory; this laughable limbo? But here am I. But why, you ask, after being thrice vaxxed do I find myself in this precarious situation? Funny you should ask. While now I’m grounded, I did nothing wrong…

Featured authors discuss the ins and outs of the honor — 10 days til distribution or bust I’m new to Medium, but I’ve managed to gain nearly 1,000 followers in my first two months. It’s not much but I feel accomplished. It took me a whole month to get noticed by the Curation Gods. They took notice and distributed my article in An Injustice called “A COVID…

Fall was full of dark delights. Come read these twisted tales. — SLYTHERIN SNAKES Looking back on my fall musings, there was definitely a dark and creepy vibe. On the very first day of Autumn, the Fall Equinox, I found a full snakeskin and knew a story was there. I used to be a big city girl, living in Orlando, Dallas, Boston, and Los…

Millennia-old baby killing memes are still alive & well in conservative and religious circles — God loves you, and candy too On a crisp October night, I nervously picked at my tinsel belt and adjusted my silver halo. We rang the doorbell at an unsuspecting house. “Remember what to say?” my mom coached us from a few paces back. A couple of angels and shepherd boys crowded under the stoop of…

She said she was suicidal, but I was prepared. You will be, too. — If a loved one told you today they were suicidal, what would you do? What would you say? As a nurse and a sister touched by suicide, I share this story to prepare you. No one wants to talk about it, so I will. We’ve all heard the expression ‘a…

We have hearts too, ya know — her black heart glowed red ceremony of past times binds together now The prose behind the poetry As a midwife, I’ve been steeped in the tradition of female folklore. So when I found a collection of items by the creek that runs by my house, I knew what it was: True Love. Two braids of hair had been cut and now lay on the ground beside the running water. Beside them, a dollar bill. And most telling was an egg which had written upon it, “New Beginnings.”

A poem about the suffering I pray you’ll never know — may you never see your loved one gasping for air last breath, we held hands The prose behind the poetry This poem was inspired by the story “May You Never Know the Pain I’ve Witnessed as a Covid Nurse.” It started out as a viral Facebook post. I was watching tragedies unfold in real-time at…

A blessing, a warning, a chance to heed them both — A dire blessing My prayer for you, my dear friend, is simply this: May you never be the voice on the phone I’m holding to their ear, saying one last goodbye over Facetime. May it never be your young healthy friend getting turned over prone on a ventilator in a desperate attempt to…