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What Wolcott Said . I'm not going to enjoy saying "I told you so" eventually, but that won't stop me from saying it. I...

I hope you weren’t expecting any early Saturday morning blogging, faithful Hecate readers. I’ve been having an interesting experience at wor...

One of many things I love about Hecate is that for the past year, we get together with our friend R. on Wednesday night, and do an ecstatic ...

I'm K. and I will be your guest blogger for today. I will admit though I do blink a bit in suprise when Hecate refers as being her ...

I'm going to be out of commission for a day or so (purportedly nothing serious). My v. creative friend K. will be guestblogging for me ...

Every morning when I awake I ask myself whether I should write or blow up a dam. I tell myself I should keep writing, though I'm not sur...

Saudi Arabia to execute a woman for witchcraft The illiterate woman was detained by religious police in 2005 and allegedly beaten and forced...

There, in the coppice, oak and pine And mystic yew and elm are found, Sweeping the skies, that grew divine With the dark wind's despairi...

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the fore...

Deborah Oak discusses, inter alia , farmers' markets: I am so blessed! My partner and I started the day with a trip to the farmer's...

Liberté, Equalité, Fraternité ! Samson, who co-owns a boutique in Paris, isn't the lithe Frenchwoman of the American imagination. But sh...

Tomorrow morning at 6:30, I'm going to get in line at the little community center two blocks from my house and I'm going to to vote ...

Saturday afternoon, the warm weak tea sunshine was strong enough for me to sit on the back deck in shirtsleeves and read. Sunday morning, I...

Blessed be thy feet, that have brought thee in these ways Blessed be thy knees, that shall kneel at the sacred altar Blessed be thy womb, wi...

Yesterday, I read Firechild , Maxine Sanders' autobiography. It's a fascinating and v. readable book and, I thought, pretty brave ...

Would I could cast a sail upon the water Where many a king has gone And many a king's daughter, And alight at the comely trees and the l...