How to Outlast a Dynasty (Without Losing Your Magic) A Bestiary for the Bloodline-Bound Every family casts shadows in particular shapes. Mine happen to prowl, slink, and occasionally combust. After two decades navigating the Kingdom of Fire—where names carry more weight than kindness and bloodlines run thicker than wine—I’ve assembled my own menagerie of survival….
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“Field Notes from the Kingdom of Fire 1.0”
Dispatches of a Wolf Witch at the Family Table There are places on this earth where time stands still, and not in the poetic, “let’s linger in the moment” way. No, I’m talking about the medieval pockets that persist in modernity—where the men still roar, the women still simmer, and the family table is less…
“Abracadabra: On Memory, Mischief, and the Magic of Escape”
Ketavta ana, wa’eyk ana qayam * ܟܬܒܬܐ ܐܢܐ ܘܐܝܟ ܐܢܐ ܩܝܡ By the end of the seventies, flying to your holiday destination had become the new normal. A world apart from what we’re experiencing now. Back then, a plane trip wasn’t just transit—it was a portal to another reality. The stewards and captain seemed like…
“Abracadabra again; Fierce Female Follies, The Lustfurt Brothers”
What We Learn from Beauty, Kindness, and the Quiet Turns of Fate aka the magic of life If you’ve never fallen for two brothers in the same year, you’ve missed a shortcut to understanding both family dynamics and your own capacity for chaos. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t even see it coming. But there…
“Abracadabra, Siren: An Anthropologist’s Confessions on the Real Power of Attraction”
On Mutual Magnetism, Patriarchal Rewrites, and Why the Sea (and the Song) Were Never Meant to Be Still Being called a siren is deliciously complicated. It’s the kind of backhanded compliment that makes you want to curtsy and roll your eyes simultaneously (I attest), equal parts flattery and warning label. As someone who’s been accused…
“Magna Frisia and the Art of Familial Navigation”
Journey Through Myth, Memory, and Mild Misadventure This particular incursion unfolds years after my first, and this time, I arrive with my own expeditionary force: my youngest daughter and her father. The occasion? In her infinite wisdom (and with grades to match), she selected Leeuwarden as her academic hunting ground. Early acceptance, no less—her scholastic…
“Magna Frisia: Winds of Tradition”
An Outsider’s Journey Through the Ancient Art of Skûtsjesilen Ah yes, ashore in Heeg—a quaint Frisian town brimming with participants and enthusiasts. The crew disperses, and I follow the skipper to the office, where handshakes, paperwork, and people flow through the acceptance process. Once we’ve crossed that bridge, we cross another, leading us to the…
“Magna Frisia: Fieldnotes from the Water’s Edge”
Part Three: Skûtsjesilen, Suspicion, and the Art of Getting Lost October 2016. The invitation drifted in on an October tide, from Ulbe Zwaga himself, a man whose handshake carries the weight of Frisian tides and whose conditions are as non-negotiable as the North Sea. The catch? I’d have to join the Skûtsjesilen-a Frisian regatta, where…
“Magna Frisia & Midsummer”
Leeuwarden, July 2016 That summer, I was invited to stay at Tsjitske’s old monumental farmhouse, now home to Roos and her family. The accommodations were memorable: I slept in the back where cows once sheltered, beautifully transformed under Roos’s careful renovation. The shower, however, remained outside my comfort zone (in a horse stable), literally outside….
“From IUPAC to Tupac”
Chemistry, Creativity, and the Art of the Assist There are moments in life when you find yourself staring into the abyss of a teenager’s chemistry notebook, for example, and the abyss stares right back, full of cryptic formulas, half-erased scribbles, and the unmistakable scent of academic panic. Yesterday, I had one of those moments. The…
The C.O.M.C. Files 