Here’s To A Dream or Two Coming True — As part of my 60th birthday surprise celebration, my oldest, Paul, presented his gift: “Next spring, you and I are going to Wales.” I nearly exploded from my socks (and I wasn’t even wearing any). Aaaannndd I was crying (again). “But Paul, that’ll cost so much money! …

The Joy and Agony of Writing (and actually making) A High-End Recipe Involves Easter Eggs — I don’t know why, but I associate Spanakopita with Easter. I’m not Christian. Even when I was one, I don’t remember an Easter when I had Spanakopita. I’m not Greek (though I’m 34% Italian, which puts me somewhat close). So, my associative intuition is straining here for a connection with…

I Welcome It Now, With An Ode-to-Summer Recipe — B*tchstachio Ice Cream! — Decades before the phenomenon was diagnosed as Seasonal Affective Disorder, I loathed in my soul the arrival of Autumn. It wasn’t just the dying of the light. I had to go back to school, which I detested. It began to get cold and rainy. The greenery withered. Though I lived…

Bread Pudding is Weird Like Me, and I Own It — … the external world looks foreign and maybe even deranged. [Artists and storytellers] do the minimum to give it its due while they keep their focus on their real work, which is integrating the insights of the deep mind. What they have to offer the world most of us live…

Better Than Transition? A Gift of Transition! — Sometimes, all it takes to let you know you’re alive and one with the cosmos is a taste of magik. Our world sets us up to chase big payoffs, showstopper transformations, winning the title. And, yeah, transition’s been like that for me. I once didn’t think life could be like…

Thank You for Showing Who I Am — There’s a soul-sickening here that steals dreams. We live amid wonders. And hideous peril that makes us wonder what we’ve done. Future ages will call this a wartime, like we called the Civil War. World Wars I and II. Now We Dangle In those wars and others, we knew all hung in the…

How I Was and Who I Am — Transition Transmission has been picking up interest, andI have some new followers outside of the circle of friends who have known me forever. Welcome, new friends! ❤ If you haven’t figured it out already, I should probably clue you in to the fact that though I’ve always been Bethany, neither…

In Which Babsie Goes Bake-sies AND a Recipe for Pesto! — [Welcome to the first of what I hope to be a regular installment: Witch Haps, in which I tell you about my moment-by-moment happenings as the witch I be.] Last night, our dear friend, Trey-Trey, was over for our once-a-month or so movie night. That’s where he, Pam, and I…

What if, in just being a witch (which we all are), we bless the cosmos? — “a deadly system doesn’t have to seem like it’s targeting you directly to kill you consistently.” — Alexis Pauline Grumbs The roots of the word, “witch,” also mean “to be strong, lively.” Which is why the ruling order tries to consistently strip us away. Witches are living bridges to desire…