by ashevillewitch | Jun 14, 2015
For a couple of years now, I’ve wanted to attend Barbara Swell’s Retro Pie Contest but one thing or another kept me from it. This year–thanks to young Mr. Martin of West Virginia–I had an idea for an unusual pie and I was determined to get to...
by ashevillewitch | Jun 11, 2015
We stand, friends, at a liminal time somewhere betwixt spring and summer, between school and summer break, between one place and another. Thresholds are important for us culturally, of course, but for those of us who truck with the Unseen, there is power and...
by ashevillewitch | May 30, 2015
I have a box of Reeves water colours. Slender tubes with exotic names. Ivory Black. Burnt Umber. Raw Sienna. I got them on sale somewhere, years back. It started with a series of crow omens. Look to the past. Look to the past. Hey. Hey! Look to the past! OK,...
by ashevillewitch | May 29, 2015
We had two dry and hot weeks, so that when rain arrived earlier this week, I felt a lightening of my mood, an easing of the low-level stress of watering gardens of soon-to-be-food and watching the levels of the stored rainwater barrels creep ever lower until the...
by ashevillewitch | May 28, 2015
I have big feet. That song–“Her Feet’s Too Big”–is all about me. As far back as I can remember, I wore bigger shoes than other girls my age and when they finally settled into my adult size, they were a sight to behold. My friend Star and...
