Re-Feminist History (aka Bitchstory)

Well hey, hi. Hello. As I write this, Mercury went retrograde yesterday. Today, everything I touched turned into a more complicated project. Mercury retrograde is transiting my 4th house. So I tried to hang a mirror. Nail was not long enough and I needed an anchor. So I went to dig around in the toolbox, and then I had an idea which distracted me for an hour. Then I hung the mirror…crooked. I had to walk away. I forgot to take ibuprofen this morning so when I say “walk away”, I mean limp… I had to limp away. I literally distracted myself with new and more distracting mini projects all damn day. All day. I have been *obsessing* about my fall tablescape. Should I go tall, or should I go long? How much height? What colors? Candles or pumpkins or garland or all of the above? I spent at least a hour looking at mercury glass pumpkins (mercury glass, specifically!) online. I am in a rabbit hole of fall decorating! When I finally sat down to write BitchScopes I was like well OK, I sense a...

Well, here we are, it’s almost officially Autumn. I’m wearing a cozy cardigan and sipping a chai latte in front of a fireplace (I can’t bring myself to drink pumpkin spice since that’s how I refer to Trump). I’m just kidding about all of that (except the Trump part). It’s like 105 where I live and my AC is busting its ass. But September is a mental cue for me, and I start to feel more hopeful and less oppressed. I am not a fan of summer. I don’t know if its just because I’m a winter baby or because summer is plagued with masses of people everywhere you go, and it's hot, and... did I mention the fucking people everywhere? Anyway, this is the beginning of fall in my mind. The temperatures will follow suit soon enough, I hope. One of the things that woowoo people recognize about this time of year is the “thinning of the veil”, where it seems to be a little easier to connect with those who have passed. This week we have a Pisces full moon, which provides illumination of things beyon...

Since I entered my 40s (almost a decade ago, but nevermind!) and my kids have been so busy, I started to absolutely delight in calendar planner days that had nothing on them. I mean, the level of joy I am filled with by a day with nothing scheduled to do is matched only by…well i don’t know. Free days are the highest octave of joy right now. That is how I feel when I see a day with no major astrological transits. It’s bullshit of course, just a little trick my mind plays, because even if there is “nothing” major going on in the sky, your personal chart can have aspects at any time. But still, empty days are fucking delightful! And we have one next Saturday! Granted, Sunday is chock full, but let us just enjoy that blank day! I am calling it “no pants day”. If you remember listening to my radio show in the early days, I talked a lot about having a blanket fort, and hating pants. I even have a bracelet that says “fuck wearing pants”. I value that women can wear pants if they want,...