Column: Season of Light

“When I got some energy back, I sat down to tend my altars. The small chores of cleaning, sorting, and reorganizing took all of my attention. As I worked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the tattoo had changed something, had somehow shown that I was serious enough to have some credit.” Luke Babb writes on the lessons and absences that made up their December holidays in 2021.

Column: Wyrd-Spinner

What starts as a lesson in spinning wool into yarn turns into a rumination on identity, building a life, and the goddess Frigg.

Column: Living with the Locals

Luke Babb writes about their experiences with those entities some call “the good neighbors,” some “the fair folk,” and some by dozens of other names – not all of which may refer to the same class of being.