Cue handsome rider on white horse

Ok, so maybe his white horse was a BMW. But the effect was somewhat the same. If you follow my blog, you’ve heard me wax poetic about how independent I am. How I was raised to be self-sufficient. How I don’t need a man to complete my life. I did not lie. All true. I…

You missed a smudge

My house is enveloped in a light haze at the moment and smells faintly, I think, like a Native American sweat lodge. And I’ve done this on purpose. In an early bout of spring cleaning, I found a sage smudge stick I’d bought in my New Age days.  For the uninitiated, smudge sticks are used…