Seasons Greetings to all! Just as the haka called to my Pacific Islander blood, now the Krampus is speaking to my German heritage. What, you expected a post about Santa and his twee elves from a writer of the supernatural? Continue reading “The Krampus and the Introvert” →
What do you call a group of introverts? A gaggle? A clutch? See, you can’t do it. It’s a trick question – there is no such word. Introverts are independent sorts who go their own way and rarely feel the need to form large aggregates. While we are capable of playing nicely with others for limited periods of time, spending every hour of the day with a group of excessively enthusiastic people is impossible. Even people of moderate temperament need to go home eventually, so that we can relax and recharge in glorious solitude. This nuance of introvert behavior makes us extremely poor cult members. I was reminded of this trait as I sat squirming while reading Alex Mar’s Witches of America. Continue reading “Witchcraft, Corporate America and the Subverting Introvert” →
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