PODCAST

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 seba@southernfriedwitch.com. 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: seba@southernfriedwitch.com. Love y’all!

Y’all, I’m as sick as a dog, but here I am on the porch. 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 seba@southernfriedwitch.com.

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 seba@southernfriedwitch.com 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!

Just as soon as I’m done birthin’ chickens, we’ll stop talking about chickens. As a Southerner, my analogies will come from my daily life, y’all. Time to talk about some personal stuff, admit some failures, and trudge on into the truth about failure to thrive. (Extra side note not mentioned in the podcast: Go listen to “Sittin’ by the Side of the Road,” sung by Andie MacDowell, from the movie "Michael.” You’ll get it—iffin you listen. Love y’all.)

If you don't like chickens, do not click play. Today we're gonna dig right into the weight of responsibility in the Craft, especially for those of us who have have passed those careless witch years. Y'all excuse the Alabama rain in the background and let's rock a little on the porch together!