I can’t remember when I fell in love with witches, but my great grandmother was a Cherokee storyteller. Her hair was long. Her stories were magical. She farmed. She had secrets she kept about her past that no one in our family ever knew about. And, in hindsight, I think she was the first witch I knew. As an adult, I became fascinated with witches in literature and the witch aesthetic. My goal in life was to live in a little cottage in the woods of New England with dogs, cats, chickens, and a large pot to make whatever “potions” I could. Somehow, I managed to make this happen, but I knew nothing about what it meant to really be a witch until I slowly gathered a collection of witch friends. As I came to know them, I came to know myself.
I have much to learn and hope that sharing my stories will not only help me grow but help others like me who may be witch-ish (or a little but witchy) and just don’t know it yet. I hope you will join me on my journey into exploring, questioning, growing, and learning as a beginner witch.