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Keep Your (Witchy) Friends Close

Keep Your (Witchy) Friends Close

Last weekend was full of lots of girlfriend time, which — for a mom of three — is few and far between, deeply needed, and never (ever) taken for granted. On Saturday, a bunch of us went out for wine and apps. On Sunday, we regrouped with the husbands and kids to debrief, watch football, and… casually dabble in some tarot readings.

Yes, you read that right.

One of my closest friends reads tarot, collects crystals, and keeps sage next to her bed like someone who absolutely would have been burned at the stake in the 1800s. And honestly… it tracks.

It tracks because we don’t really do typical mom small talk. We’re bad at it. We don’t want to linger on snack logistics or carpool calendars (important, but not our calling). We want to know the real you — the thing you’re circling but haven’t said out loud yet, even if it makes you a little uncomfortable.

These are newer friends, too, which somehow makes the whole thing funnier. At one point, one woman, still assessing the vibe, laughed and asked, “Is this… normal?” Without missing a beat, I said, “Welcome. We’re not regular mom friends. We’re witchy mom friends.” Everyone laughed. She stayed, which felt like the point.

Because what we were really doing wasn’t fortune-telling. It was skipping the pleasantries and creating space to say things like, “I think I want more,” or “Why does this feel harder for me than it seems to for everyone else?”

That same friend is also the one who gently helped me recognize my own ADHD: the kind of person who notices patterns before you do and says something when it matters. Looking back, it explains a lot.

Maybe that’s why none of this feels that strange. I’ve always been the kind of person who senses when something’s off before I can fully explain it, who wants to talk things through instead of letting them sit and get heavier than they need to be.

Motherhood can shrink your world if you let it. These women expand mine, reminding me that intuition isn’t mystical at all; it’s just paying attention.

So yes, keep your friends close, especially the witchy ones. They’re not here for the small talk. They’re here for the truth.

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