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Letters from the forest
Essays, spells, and stories for witches who are too tired for toxic positivity but too stubborn to stop believing in magic.
Latest letter · LETTERS FROM THE FOREST
I Finished the Series, and Nobody Is Handling It Well (Including Me)
Ten books. One town. And a finale I need to tell you about before you preorder it, because you and I don't do unpleasant surprises.
My Body Sent a Memo and I Didn't Read It
Last Tuesday at 2:14 AM I googled "am I dying or is this perimenopause." The internet returned both answers as equally plausible.
LETTERS FROM THE FORESTDirt, Rain, and the Raccoon Who Won't Leave
It has been raining for four days, the redbud is doing the thing it does, and the raccoon has eaten the kale starts again. This is the whole report.
THE WORD "NO" AND OTHER SPELLSThe Bake Sale Industrial Complex
You didn't volunteer for most of it. You just didn't refuse hard enough, early enough. Now your name is next to it in a spreadsheet somebody else made.
LOVE & OTHER DISASTERSI Don't Miss Him. I Miss Having Someone to Yell at About the Thermostat.
Nobody warns you about the mundane loneliness, the way nobody's shoes are by the door, the way the milk running out is your fault now, the way a weighted blanket does not shift when it dreams.
LETTERS FROM THE FORESTThe Raccoon, the Compost Heap, and the Surrender
There's a raccoon who has decided the compost heap is his. I have tried everything, and last night I put the melon rind out and went inside.
SHORT FICTIONThe Race I Shouldn't Have Won
A retelling of the myth of Macha, the goddess pretending to be ordinary whose husband bet her body at the king's fair. She won the race, and she cursed every man who watched.
SEASONAL MAGICSpring Doesn't Care That You're Not Ready
The crocuses are pushing through whether you've finished grieving winter or not. Maybe that's the point.
SHORT FICTIONThe Pigs I Made
A retelling of the myth of Circe. She turned men into pigs, and they all deserved it. Well, most of them deserved it.
DAILY PRACTICEThe Starting Line Is Wherever You're Standing
Every self-help book wants you to prove you're broken enough to deserve fixing. Nope. You just need to be here.
SELF-CARE MAGICThe Bare Minimum Self-Care Spell (For When You've Got Nothing Left)
You don't need a spa day. You need someone to tell you that brushing your teeth counts as a cleansing ritual. So here I am, telling you.
SEASONAL MAGICWhy I Stopped Making New Year's Resolutions and Started Writing Eulogies Instead
The self-help industrial complex wants you to manifest a "new you." I'd rather bury the old one properly first.
SEASONAL MAGICThe Yule Log Is a Lie (And Other Comforting Truths About Winter Solstice)
You don't need a fireplace, a forest, or a historically accurate ritual. You just need to survive the longest night. Here's how.
SHORT FICTIONThe Witch Who Answered Her Own Prayers
A very short story about candles, desperation, and the terrible inconvenience of getting exactly what you asked for.
DAILY PRACTICEA Spell for When You Have Three Minutes and No Fucks Left
This isn't a ritual. It's magical triage. Use in case of Mondays, in-laws, or that coworker who replies-all.
SEASONAL MAGICSamhain Wasn't Spooky Until Capitalism Made It Spooky (A Love Letter to the Dead)
Your ancestors didn't dress up as slutty cats. They set extra places at the table and left the porch light on. Here's how to actually honor them.
KITCHEN WITCHERYThe Spell I Cast with My Mother's Wooden Spoon (And Why It Finally Worked)
I didn't inherit my grandmother's grimoire. I got her risotto spoon, warped, burnt on one edge, and apparently enchanted as hell.
DAILY PRACTICEThe Lazy Witch's Guide to Moon Phases (For When You Can't Even)
You missed the full moon, again. Here's why that's fine and what to do instead of spiraling about your "failed practice."
MIDLIFE MAGICMy Hot Flash Was Actually a Kundalini Awakening (It Wasn't)
I googled "spontaneous internal combustion spiritual meaning" at 3 AM. The internet had opinions. So did my endocrinologist.
SELF-CARE MAGICI Took a "Spiritual Bath" and Ended Up Crying About a Spatula
The instructions said to meditate on what I wanted to release. I did not expect to release feelings about kitchenware.
“You were never too much. You were just in rooms that were too small.”Ivy Spellman