It's my birthday, so I'll have cake.Y’all, today I’m bringing in my darlin’ baby witch and chatting about how young witches in the Craft can invigorate us old guys and gals. Come settle down on the porch, get yourself a glass of sweet tea and let’s muse about magic, coming fresh to the craft and refusing to give up hope. Love y’all!

This is gonna be rough, y’all: we are working on sheltering in place and my fam is shoved up into every corner. What you will hear today is fairly unedited, recorded roughly and unfairly for my interviewee, and about as raw as it gets. I ain’t about to not put out a podcast, so . . . let’s talk about love, radical defiance in the face of a monster, and hanging on with spirit. Love y’all!

We are hunkered down, grounding, and attempting the hardest magic of all: peace. Join me for an interview with my second son, the Music Man. Love y’all. Stay home. Seba

Even your morning coffee can take on the sacred. Y’all come sit on the porch and let us muse on how the small ritual spaces in our lives matter—and how we need to protect them from becoming work. Email me at [email protected]. Blessed Be, Y’all!

Alright: apparently, there are certain words we cannot use right now that have to do with the current, um, situation that we are all worried about. So. Let’s talk about a certain gremlin, if you will, and how to bless its ass? Y’all know I’m about to pick a winner on that animal spirit topic—so send in your stories about an animal that changed the way you understand their character and their importance to your witch life. Email me: [email protected]. Love y’all!

Y'all, I'm as sick as a dog, but here I am. Time to read those lovely listener emails and think long about what matters! There's a surprise at the end--so suffer all the way through. Love y'all! Write to me at [email protected].

Perhaps the most difficult moment in my life has been learning my worth. Haggling that down demeans my spirit and lays to waste precious magic. Come chat with me on the porch about understanding our worth, standing firm on the weight of it, and determining a fair value for our work and love. The tea is sweet—y’all settle on in! Email me at [email protected] and share your own thoughts on a witch’s weight. Love y’all!

Of all the podcasts I have done, for some reason, this feels the most personal. Come settle in with me on the porch. We need to talk about the truth when it comes to aging, not some idealistic hogwash. Some of it is horrific. Some of it is heartbreaking. But some of it is just downright fucking beautiful. Welcome to the porch of an aging Southern witch.

Blessed Imbolc! Let’s get real about seasonal depression, loss of hope in general, and hanging in there. Today’s sit n’ sip on the porch is all about sharing the lows, but also the unfathomable (and often hard to locate) hope that resides just under the frozen tundra. I might be sharing too much in this one—but we’re in this together, so . . . Love y’all!

When you believe in things that you don’t understand . . . you might need to kick their ass. Today’s musing on the porch delves into the divide between superstition and the proactive witch. Y’all ready? (Way less chickens are in this episode, but pigs do show up.) The Boogie Man and Seba have a bit of a chat. Come sit on the porch a spell!