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Cities of Lost Children

I’ve been thinking a lot about Nathan, my father’s father. I often do when pretty weather makes me regret my solitude.

Nathan was a survivor and he never let you forget it. He also didn’t like to think of himself that way.

He was born in Poland to a determined woman with a schnorrer of a husband. That Yiddish word isn’t in the kind of rotation that other ones are–schmuck, for one. But it should be because schnorrers are everywhere. They’re hustlers who aren’t very good at hustling, people (men mostly) who drain your resources without profiting from them. They’re what my grandmother Basha, my grandfather’s wife, called losahs without their mezuzahs.

She was a pissah, that one. Mean and judgmental and super clever.

Anyway when my grandfather was alive we didn’t exactly get on because he was funny about women, especially big blondes. When his mother arrived in America with him and his little sister, his father already had found himself a better-off wife and here was my great-grandmother not speaking English and not having anywhere to live or money in her pocket. But with two small children in tow she wasn’t about to fall on her face, not while she was still young and had some spring in her step. So she started going by Mary Banks and turning tricks and well–

My grandfather didn’t really understand shall-we-say normal sexual boundaries.

Any sexual boundaries. Continue Reading →

Teach Me Tonight (NSFW, O My)

I’ve been trying to figure out who to sleep with next–really, who to be attracted to. As if any of us have control in that department.

I always tell my Ruby Intuition clients that the best you can hope for is a version 2.0 of what’s erotically imprinted on you. Because I’ve seen those relationships borne out of someone stubbornly trying Not to Date Mom or Dad and, boy o boy, the no-sex vibe is stronger than Prince’s pheromones are even now.

Strong.

As usual, my shrink has useful advice. She says, “The minute you get that Child feeling, get out.” She means that when I start to get that desperate, pay-attention-to-me! feeling around a paramour, I should cut it off because once again I have fallen for a charismatic narcissist who would rather drown me in their black hole than make our dynamics about anything other than their ego. Continue Reading →

Taurus Season? This Metaphysician Is In!

Taurus season is my favorite season—a time of new beginnings and solid foundations, of practical magic and gentle progress. As of today’s new moon in Taurus, it’s also a time to manifest graceful, step-by-step change, especially when it comes to your financial and creative resources. Don’t force these goals. Let them come to you, ideally as you take a moment to breathe in May’s sweet air.

Venus rules Taurus, but in the most stabilizing ways. In this sign she is about natural bounty, living in rhythm with Mama Earth. Not for nothing was Mother Mary, that beacon of radical receptivity, born this month. For the next few weeks, life is one big pink peony—-gorgeous at every stage, pleasing to every sense. Which is to say: I’m always excited to see my clients but reading for them right now is like filling my office with spring’s most beautiful blooms. If you’ve been considering booking an intuition session, may I suggest doing so now? No matter what’s going on in your life, we’ll have so much fun.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy