Here to announce that my book, The Kitchen Witch’s Way, will once again be available for free on Ream as part of the Ream Raid promotion!
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It’s a serialized book, where you get to follow along as the story unfolds. Right now, my two main characters have just found each other’s hearts in time for Valentine’s Day…and there’s a jealous grimoire contemplating how to interfere :}
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From February 14-21, 2026, you can get my fledgling tome and many others for free or for followers only. Don’t miss out on this fantastic opportunity to discover new stories and support your new favorite indie authors.
Greetings, fyne readers! Did you know that in addition to poetry, I also put words together in book form? My most recent endeavor is about a skeptical, bitter young woman who crosses paths with a Kitchen Witch and her magical worldview. What a fun story to write, and it has come to pass that the first twelve perfectly imperfect chapters of The Kitchen Witch’s Way are now available for viewing on Ream! Ream is a serial publishing platform that is entirely free to join—although you can put a penny in my cup if you want to support—It’s like Substack but for book authors only. Join me if you deesyre! Here’s the link: https://reamstories.com/sabbathmaiden
And here’s a longer description of the story:
Regina is a rational agnostic with a life-long restrictive eating disorder. She hasn’t yet been able to find her way to freedom, and she’s tried damn near everything.
Everything, that is, but magic.
Somehow, Regina has suspended her disbelief and has come to find her way to studying with Ingal, a strange old woman in a quirky mountain town who goes by the title of Kitchen Witch. Regina has sought out this woman because she’s tired of her cold and measured life, and she’s hoping, one last time, to shift her mind about things. Things like finding hope and relief from her constant struggle with food and body. Things like…her lifetime resistance to receiving love.
In the wilds of Ingal’s magickal herb garden, Regina begins immersing herself in The Kitchen Witch’s Way, the old woman’s grimoire. Along with these writings, a strange crow, a fabulous bohemian caravan, and an unexpected heart connection with the town’s farmer are making it so Regina can’t quite ignore that there’s something powerful, maybe even magical, going on. And that perhaps, with that magic, she can finally find her way to freedom.
Welcome to the town of Mostly Falls, where the story of The Kitchen Witch’s Way, begins.
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Just so you know, for health reasons I am taking a short break from uploading new chapters, but please do navigate your way to the site and let me know what you think. Get cozy, wander your way through, make a comment that you made it to the last chapter, and I’ll know it’s time to get back to posting. Hope to see you there!
Ps. If you’ve any difficulties getting to/around the site, please comment and I’ll guide you through the crossroads
Something a little different this week, my friends! Here is an excerpt from the semi-fictional grimoire in my upcoming novel, The Kitchen Witch. Enjoy!
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BONE MAGIC: HONORING THE LOVE OF BONES
There is a particular fondness for bones amongst many with eating difficulties, mostly in seeing them jut out from oneself as proof of ultimate thinness. While glorifying thin bodies is obviously a twisted carryover from our fashion worlds, I also feel it has more sacred roots.
In many cultures around the world, there is what is known as the Crone figure. This has often been portrayed as the ugly, wicked old woman in the forest in our contemporary times. However, in other cultures this archetype held great power and respect rather than disgust. The Crone symbolized facing death, destruction and the dying of the old to make room for the new. Many stories described her, sitting by a fire, throwing sticks and stones for divination, her countenance adorned with various feathers and skeletal pieces from animals. She was also often skeletal looking, not for fashion’s sake, but to depict one on the edge of life and death, working with those mysteries.
The Crone worked with death, strove to understand it. Her bones, both protruding from her body and adorning her body, represented this connection, this acceptance of this great Mystery of our experience as humans.
The Crone honored the bones. I’d like to propose that one struggling with a restrictive eating disorder, who spends so much effort in looking for, searching for her bones, is a Crone in hiding. I propose she is not looking for thinness for the sake of being thin, but that she is searching for this Crone within her, to see its evidence within her and the collective psyche. She does not know it, but if she survives the initiation, she will become the Crone.
So, in honor of the Crone, in honor of our searching, starving, scratching, and seeking her to reveal herself through our skin, I present this chapter. It outlines some ways to take this love of bones, and this yearning for Crone, and to embrace it, create with it, learn from it in life-giving ways. That instead of twisting this deep yearning into a practice that is literally killing off the potential to honor the Crone’s wisdom, instead we will embrace it.
Letting Go 