My name is Maggie, and I believe that the spooky stuff is real. Boogey Man? I’ve heard him. Flying haints? One lived outside of my bedroom window. Witches, Warlocks, spells and alternate dimensional beings, I can see how that can be. So when my family elder befriended a woman that
I met a 90yo man over the weekend during Operation “do as much a you can while you have a babysitter” (my husband and I always work hard to reclaim our house when the giant 5yo is away). The man, who had questionable terminology that indicated he was from the
What they don’t tell you about having a tall curious child… (Late Post) I always wondered, Lord why do I have such a keen sense of smell? I can smell odd things like heat, electricity and bugs. My husband used to laugh at me about it when we were dating,
Someone mishandled a relationship with me years ago. I’m only framing it that way because I was so much younger than them. I forgave, but the way it all went down, I refused to forget. Not with vengeance but vigilance… because “fool me won’t get fooled again”. So I shared
I know it’s been a while. We’ll discuss everything in due time, I promise. Growing up, I had an interesting relationship with “later”. Sunday School later was this noble place in time where the most faithful receive their reward. In my house “later” was just another word for “No”. In
:::So I needed to wrestle with a thing that happened before I said anything. It’s a little long, but it hit, I promise ::: I sat at a table for 8 completely alone. Initially I went into default and text someone I had made friends with that was at table
Black Maggie 