Keith is good. He's really good. He hasn't made me laugh the way that Lewis Black does, and, so, he doesn't get the same offer from me that Lewis Black gets. But I am given to understand that a number of ladies at Eschaton will gladly make Keith completely forget my reticence.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."
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