When the darkness falls and I’m alone in the house, I am what the kids might call a scaredy-cat

Since we’re fast approaching Halloween and we’re all friends here, I have a confession to make. Dramatic pause — I believe in witches.

And I’m not talking about witches as in practicing Wiccans, or modern-day gals with their tarot cards and New Age crystals. I’m not even talking about the women who were drowned or hung or burned alive for practicing ‘witchcraft’, which seems to be code for ‘living on the margins of society’ or ‘refusing to buy into traditional patriarchal religions’ or ‘possessing some knowledge that would make other women’s lives better like herbalism, midwifery, or abortion’.