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We Are The Daughters of The Witches They Could Not Burn

My uncle John’s memorial service is this weekend.

I’m seeing my brother for the first time in over a year and a half.

I am seeing many family members for the first time in that long as well.

The ocean is on fire.

The world is upside down.

And here I am.

Following my fucking dreams.

Because if I’ve learned anything from this tumultuous timeline it’s that I’ve got to go for it with all my heart. I have to believe in myself. I have to try.

I don’t want to wish I’d lived a different way. And I have something to offer you. And I think it’s amazing. So.

I’m starting a local meal prep and delivery service in Omaha. With local ingredients from small business and reusable, sustainable packaging. Like a suped up milkman.

Become a founding member of The Witchin’ Kitchen and help me make this thing real. It deserves it.

Like. Share. Repost. Back This Project. Tell Your Friends.

Support and participation are not limited to Omaha. Check out the different tiers of support and let me know if you have any questions. And shout it from the rooftops. I will be.

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