Field Notes from The

Apothecary

A free newsletter for women in midlife who are done performing and ready to find out what’s actually alive within.

You know

the feeling

The one where you look at your life - the whole carefully constructed thing - and think: is this it?

Not because anything is technically wrong. But because something is missing, and you've been too busy to stop and name it. Or too afraid of what you might find if you did.

That's what we work with here.

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Come in, the torches are lit.

What this is

Field Notes from the Apothecary is where I share dispatches from the path - real ones, not polished ones. The excavation experiments that work. The tools that help you go deeper. The things Death has taught me about living a life that actually feels like yours.

It arrives when it's ready. You won't be overwhelmed. Only nourished.

What Others Have

Found in These Notes

“Your emails always bring me breath.” ~ Michelle R.

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“Thank you for this reminder of how things that transfix us can be a looking glass.” ~ Paulita

“I love your writing & presence. You're a rock star in my book. Thanks for being who You are & doing what You do.” ~ Tracy C.

A few things to know

before you step through the door

I curse. Not gratuitously, but authentically. If that offends you, these letters aren't for you.

I talk about death. A lot. Not to be morbid, but because working with Death as an ally in Life brings the magick with a quickness. It's the great clarifier, the ultimate excavation tool.

I don't offer trigger warnings. My work is Underworld work, meant to transmute. If you need extensive content warnings right now, this may not be the right time for you to join me in the depths.

I believe your darkness is rich beyond your wildest imaginings. And without it, everything else is just... blah.

If you're still with me, good. Come in. The torches are lit.

Sign me up.

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Your soul left you breadcrumbs. I’d be honored to help you follow them Home.