This week’s Body of a Goddess Blog addresses a beautiful, heavy, and yet strangely absurd topic. It’s the “Identity Witness” crisis. When the people who knew you when you had a healthy metabolic rate and a different set of knees are gone, you essentially become the sole proprietor of your…
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Being Old
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The Porterville Outlaw: A Hostage Negotiator’s Guide to the 3:00 AM Hour
I am sixty-four years old, a professional witch, and a resident of a perfectly accessible ADA-compliant fortress in a remote mountain area of El Dorado County, California. By all accounts, I should be drifting through my golden years on a cloud of lavender-scented serenity. Instead, I am currently being held…
Being Fat
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The Goddess Guide to Taking Up Space:
Let’s talk about the “The Scan.” You know the one. You walk into a restaurant, a theater, or a doctor’s waiting room, and before you’ve even said hello, your brain has performed a high-speed logistical analysis of the seating. Does that chair have arms? Are they bolted down? Is that…
Being Old
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The Sacred Caravan
For many of us, the “Goddess” archetype is one of fierce independence. We’ve spent decades cultivating our inner sanctuaries, leaning into the peace of a quiet house, and mastering the art of solitude. If you are naturally isolative—someone who recharges in the silence of their own company and views a…
Being Fat
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The Nuanced Goddess: Why Loving Your Body Isn’t Ignoring Your Health
Hello, Radiant Beings! Can you feel it? The shift in the air. We are closing out another chapter and standing on the precipice of a new year—2026 is just around the corner. I can smell that fresh air from here. Whenever a new year approaches, the noise gets louder. The…
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Welcome to another lap around the sun!
To All My Beautiful Goddesses (of all genders and sizes), I don’t know about you, but I am absolutely thrilled to still be here. Every time I wake up and my knees only make three distinct popping sounds instead of a full percussion solo, I call it a win. We made it,…
Being Fat
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The Ghost of Christmas Past (and the Goddess of Christmas Present)
I blinked. I swear to you, I just blinked. It was July, I was sweating in places that shouldn’t sweat, complaining about the heat, and then I closed my eyes for one second. When I opened them, it was December. Suddenly, the calendar is mocking me. It’s Christmas again. I told…
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Fat, Over Sixty, and Somehow Still Fabulous
In 2011, turned fifty and discovered that middle age is basically the universe handing you a clearance tag and saying, “This one’s been through some things.” The joints creak like a haunted house door, the memories have potholes, and when you sneeze, something somewhere pops like bubble wrap. But the…