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Buggin’ Out in Boston and the BK

September 2, 2018 in Age Matters, Book Matters, Cat Lady Matters, City Matters, Essays, Queer Matters, Ruby Intuition

It began with bug bites. Actually, it began with an infestation of flies, a nearly literal pox upon my house. My kitchen was clean–I mean, as clean as an un-rehabbed 1940s kitchen ever gets. (See: rent control.) Which is to say things were scrubbed and put away but a film of age and general erosion prevailed. Yes, there was a tiny hole in the window screen but, again, it’s a hole that’s been there for forever and a day. And, yes, temperatures were soaring that day–the kind of grueling heat in which only pests seem to flourish–but it had been nasty hot, slap-you-with-a-dirty-boiling-towel hot for weeks.

So really there was no reason for my kitchen to suddenly be infested with hundreds of flies on that particular day, but that’s what happened. I swear, as I type this, a fly just landed on my computer. And now another one, as if to remind me this story doesn’t already have a moral wrapped in a pretty little bow. Continue Reading →

Shine On, Sturgeon General

August 25, 2018 in Astro Matters, Ruby Intuition, Spirit Matters

It’s both lovely and melancholy this time of year, isn’t it? After a summer of heavy and hard eclipses and retrogrades, this weekend’s full moon is bringing it all back home. Known as the sturgeon or green corn moon, this lunar release is all about sweet harvests—about the spoonful of sugar served with celestial bitter medicine. This weekend, try cooking rather than eating out; try simply feasting from the garden. Most importantly, try expressing gratitude for the sharpest thorns in your side, not to dissociate but to connect with the love and support you’ve experienced as you’ve suffered. I’m running a Ruby Intuition readings special to make it easy for us to harvest this end-of-season, high-soul energy together. Get in touch for details.

The Others

June 23, 2018 in Age Matters, Astro Matters, Book Matters, Essays, Feminist Matters, Queer Matters, Ruby Intuition, Theater Matters

The sun drops, and I’m surrounded by the spoils of a solitary Saturday night in June. Also the spoils of last night and the largest part of today with my beau.

I feel at odds with myself in that rare way that happens when you’ve sailed through a fog of discovery with a Winesburg, Ohio, “and here is this other.”  I suspect only introverts react this way; we so rarely take people on–or in, not to put too fine a point on it–that we must inject them right into our bloodstream to ensure no unwanted antibodies are produced. A mild withdrawal is inevitable, not remotely unpleasant.

I’m still picky, not nearly as prickly.

After he and I parted ways today, my bruja rewiring went into such overgear that it’d be funny if I had any financial safety net to cushion the blows. I tried on dresses I’d fetched from the tailor only to grimly declare them all prime candidates for take-twos. House Internet died, phone keyboard morphed into a ouija keyboard (how drearily on brand). I slipped into a favorite silk robe only to remember it’d been ripped up in a pique of passion. Continue Reading →

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