Official blog of Deborah M. Castellano. Author. Maker. Glamour Maven.
Jow has coined a phrase to describe the women in my family on my mom’s side when we are feeling feelings and can’t quite articulate them so these feelings are subverted into a frenzy state that is about something else … Continued
A Witchvox reader recently asked me what I thought should be done to ensure that her wishes were followed to have a Wiccan funeral, what to do for the funeral and what to do about her Catholic family, though her … Continued
One of the most difficult parts of exile is that it’s not always voluntary. When you are not presently exiled, it’s easy to tell yourself that because everything is awesome in your life, everything is awesome in everyone else’s life. … Continued
If you recognize the title, you know it’s a quote from our era’s beloved princess/General of the Resistance, Carrie Fisher. Up until this point, we have been cautious, sister #QueensInExile. We left our respective courts in the middle of the … Continued
Everything around me is dying. Relationships, cats, young police officers. Everything. If I really start thinking about it, I won’t get up again. Cells, me, Jow, my mother, my other mother, my best friend. Some are more eminent than others. Bellatrix Peepingston, … Continued
When I was a nanny, one of the mothers I worked for was easily one of the most beautiful women I had ever met in my life. It didn’t matter what was going on with S., she always had it … Continued
It’s been a non stop swirl of work and social obligations since the holidaze as we slowly plummet into tax season. You can imagine my excitement when I would finally have a moment to relax with MamaFran after a weekend … Continued
All your dreams have died. Welcome to 2017. The last party leftover has long been eaten, you’re back to drinking too much wine and watching too much television. You have not set foot in the gym, the sky is grey, … Continued
No one knows how to react when your week is mostly composed of cemetery visits. It sounds so gothic Italian-American. I think if it’s not actually part of your culture, it’s easy to just imagine long black veils fluttering elegantly … Continued
It doesn’t start out that way. It never does. I’m almost always oblivious first. Greedily sucking down lovely experiences with the verve of someone half my age, once again assured that since everything is beautiful and nothing … Continued
