Three words and a browser: For What It’s Worth

On July 24, while watering the garden and daydreaming about the much anticipated Mars at perigee during the total lunar eclipse, a small crouching tiger interrupted my reverie. I imagined the orange fur ball as the embodiment of Mars retrograde, poised for action, exquisitely vigilant, perfectly still.  In the confines of the small garden, he

Gogo resists tantrums when Mercury Rx strikes

Gogo sitting cross-legged on her cosmic tuffet trying to self-regulate after Mercury’s latest trickster maneuver. To have worked long and hard on a blogpost only to have it disappear into some nebulous corner of cyberspace is maddening and embarrassing. I know how Mercury Rx works. FFS, I’m an astrologer! How could I have been so