A friend of mine sent me a video of African drums—deep, layered rhythms that felt ancient. I didn’t think much of it at first, but I decided to play the video while I got in the shower. The steam began … Read More
Magic I Wasn’t Ready for
Before my mother showed up. Before the Baron. Before Papa Legba. It all began with a bone. I was just sitting in my backyard, enjoying the stillness, when something caught my eye—a bone. Just lying there in the grass. Now, … Read More
The Making of a Mystic
It started with a whisper. Not the kind you hear, but the kind you feel in your bones. I had gotten the call: “You need to come home. Your mother’s body is shutting down.” And I reasoned with it. I … Read More