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The older I get, the more I get it. Flashes, Crashes, and Strange Attractions Hey, Reader! The Inventor. The Reformer. The Rebel. That’s who’s in the driver’s seat this week—and they just took a hard left. The Sun is conjunct Uranus in Taurus, and Venus is conjunct Pluto on the world axis. Together, that’s genius meets obsession, shock meets seduction, and beauty meets the beast. The Sun/Uranus combo is famous for its flashes of insight—stroke of genius energy. But with Uranus, that stroke...

Girl, me too! Some new moons plant seeds. This one clears the field with a blowtorch. This week’s New Moon in Leo isn't about affirmations and vision boarding. It arrives with force — here to unearth, expose, and annihilate anything false. Because this isn’t just a new moon.It’s the Sun and Moon in conjunction with Vulcanus — the Transneptunian planet that magnifies whatever it touches. And all of that opposes Pluto. And when what’s being magnified is Pluto’s darkness? We get a lunation that...

Bem-vindo! Emily in Paris, but make it Tubi There was this one time I moved to Portugal for a few months—cute, right? Fresh start, European adventure, main character vibes. Instead of Emily in Paris, it was Eboni in Porto. You get it. Unfortunately, I caught COVID. Instead of flexin’ on the ‘Gram like an international baddie, I was quarantined in my AirBnB looking like a domestic saddie.🥺 No rooftop cocktails. No street style moments. Just NyQuil and Netflix (with Portuguese subtitles). And...

🎢 The Thrill and the Thread "I’ve always wondered why people rode rollercoasters. Why the feeling of throwing up brought about some type of excitementThat they didn’t receive on a regular day. When did feeling sick become equivalent to thrill?... I’ve always wondered why people rode rollercoasters. And I remember. I remember when I did."- Tank and the Bangas, ”Rollercoasters” That’s the energy of this week’s sky. A moment where pleasure gets tangled up with panic. Where you want the rush and...

Lil' E and Big E.🥹 🌙 The Past Came to Hold Me A few nights ago, I dreamed of my late grandmother. She saw I was hurting—and she pulled me close while I cried. I woke up with tears in my eyes and this overwhelming sense of being held. Not fixed. Not solved. Just held. That’s how I know Jupiter and Mercury in Cancer are working overtime.Ruled by the Moon, Cancer corresponds with memory, mothering, and emotional nourishment.And when Jupiter amplifies that and Mercury narrates it?We get messages...

A lil' medicine for the heart this week When Keeping the Peace Costs Too Much On June 1, Venus meets Chiron in Aries—and it’s not subtle. This is heartbreak that pulses from the survival brain.It’s not weepy. It’s urgent.It’s the reflex to over-function in relationships because something in you still believes:“If I don’t fix it, I’ll lose everything.” This transit stirs the wound of rejection and abandonment, especially in the places where you’ve learned to stay small to keep the peace.You...

Brain: Buffering. Body: Naps. Wallet: Crying. Hey Reader, Quick note from the fog: I’m keeping things brief this week. Between Neptune squaring my Mars (translation: all vibes, no energy 🫠), last-minute NORWAC prep, and Saturn inching into Aries, I’m stretched thinner than President Ramaphosa's patience in his meeting with Trump. So, no Big Deck Energy this week — but here’s what you do need to know: 🌓 New Moon in Gemini – May 26Sure, Gemini new moons typically bring "fresh ideas, communicate...

This Is Your Brain on Mud 🫏 The other day, I was shooting the breeze with my dad, my favorite Mercury in Taurus person, and he casually reminded me he’s better at math than most college grads he knows. No degree, no fancy credentials. Just a natural feel for “figures,” as he calls them. His logic is sturdy. Even when he’s wrong, it’s wrong in a well-constructed way. That’s Mercury in Taurus. Thoughts don’t just float in and out—they settle. If an idea doesn’t feel structurally sound, it gets...

Soft Focus, Hard Truths Happy May, Reader! Many years ago, I dipped my toe into acting, snagging an extra gig on House of Cards, season 5. The director sat me across from a fellow extra in a diner scene—our job: look like a couple. Between takes and pretending to eat eggs and hashbrowns, we clicked: he was tall, ex-military (it’s nearly unavoidable anywhere near DC), juggling a day job with dreams of acting and pro wrestling. Kinda random, kinda intriguing. Before the final take, he leaned in...