Author: nlondon36

I guess you could say my assignment was to procure illegal drugs for a grieving mother. Did I accept? Of course. I had been a hospice social worker close to a decade by then, accustomed to walking blind into rooms, apartments, RVs, broken down trailers, Santa Fe mansions, assessing needs, finding resources, sitting with the … Continue reading earth angel

This is how to cast a spell on grief: Open the windows wide and let the howling wind sweep the room clean. Invite in the ancestors, the ones who have been waiting for a healing. Sit them down and tell them that the spell you cast is on their behalf. Say this to grief: Knock … Continue reading a spell cast on grief

 Of course we can all feel it coming. Our collective nerves are on edge. Wars, bombs, genocide - an entire population nearly starved to death, the endless news feed of political rallies that sound more like Nazi Germany than America. Ask anyone how they’re coping. It’s no joke, they say. It gets worse every day. … Continue reading tool kit for chaos

My Aunt Ethel could stop a stampeding herd of elephants by placing her hands on her hips and snorting, Oh Please. Who wouldn’t be silenced, shamed, swallowing the words that threatened to break loose from a parched throat?   Oh Please. Enemies? What’s with enemies? Who are your enemies? Who did you so bad you didn’t … Continue reading enemies

I longed for a soulmate. I confessed this to my soul many years ago on a night when the sky was a blackboard and I wrote my wishes upon it. She looked up from her knitting, her large jungle green eyes. Aren’t I enough? Well, I said, kind of, but you know, I get cold … Continue reading besotted and bedazzled