As a queer person, I have always struggled to find spaces that felt right. Especially spiritual and/or religious practices and spaces. I grew up with a Catholic mom and an agnostic dad who attended Saint Mattress of the Springs every Sunday morning. Both of these practices instilled a deep love for ritual, storytelling, and finding your own path forward.

 

(Okay, Catholicism didn't encourage finding your own path - just a lot of guilt and shame - but it did lead to my study of Paganism and my Celtic roots, so we'll say it did for the narrative.)

 

Along this spiritual journey, I discovered tarot and its magic. For the last decade, I have been reading tarot regularly for myself, family, friends, and strangers. Each spread is a new story for us to untangle together and gain insight into someone's life and its intersection with the Universe. 

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In my non-tarot day to day, I am a Milwaukee-based writer of all things visual, devoted d&d nerd, chronic pain sufferer, and roller derby badass-in-training.