I grew up in the Midwest and was raised Christian. And I remember hearing the adage of wishing for world peace for Christmas. As a kid, I had no context for what that really meant. There was no war that touched me. There was no collective violence that impacted my life. And my first introduction to the concept of military action was by way of wrapping a yellow ribbon around a tree in our front yard because that somehow indicated support for my step-uncle, who was deployed with the army during the Iraq war. It was theoretical. It was distant. And it was exclusively in the realm of adults when I was a child.

Hi, I’m Keli. I’m your life coach now. Twice a month, in accordance with the lunar cycles, we gather in circle here and in your inbox for a salaciously good time. We talk sex, self-care, and reclaiming what has always been ours via ritualized practices and hexing shitty politicians. And for my entrepreneurial babes out there, you’re getting a little bonus sales tip, too.

I got kicked out of a theater by a ghost. This year, I’ve had my content stolen by spirits. I attended a spiritual retreat in Savannah, GA. We did a tour of a historical theater that’s still operational today. There was a ghost-hunting component to the tour. A voice very explicitly stated to GET OUT. When we asked who it wanted to get out, my device lit up like the Las Vegas strip. For the full story, go check out episode 111 of my podcast. It’s literally just called “I Got Kicked Out Of A Theater. By A Ghost.”

Twice a month, in accordance with the lunar cycles, we gather in circle here and in your inbox for a salaciously good time. We talk sex, self-care, and reclaiming what has always been ours via ritualized practices and hexing shitty politicians. And for my entrepreneurial babes out there, you’re getting a little bonus sales tip, too.