From the Desk of the Spiritual Vixen

Welcome to my blog. I am a writer. Which is funny because that statement comes with the same baggage that I felt when I admitted I was an alcoholic. This gentle admission feels risky. Why? Because I am a terrible speller, a reluctant rules follower and byslexic (dyslexic to you normies). 

Never-the-less, it is what I am. I am also a cockeyed poet and philosopher. I crave a deeper conversation, I melt for rhythms and riddles and romancing ideas. I like to peek beneath the hood. I celebrate Pandora and all the curious cats who what to pull things out of boxes. These things are not so much badges of honor but character defects. Still I accept them as I have accepted my alcoholism, and I hand them to my Higher Power to be used for a higher good. 

I invite you to read my “mad rambles” AND add your own. PLEASE! Tell me your stories. Write me back. Leave your mark. Be my pen pal. I think that would be cool so I hope you join me in the conversation and contemplations of all that is wild and wonderful. 

Write On!



No Limits to Love

No Limits to Love

This picture was sent to me this morning from my dear friend Kelly McGarry who was my roommate in my early acting days in New York. Me and the O-man were in Martinique traveling around with a jazz band. I played the role of nanny for the musician's kids. I remember...


Miracles are seen in Light. The miracle is always there. It is not special it is normal. But when things are heavy or when we are romancing a problem it is hard to see the solutions. We have normalized the problem and stigmatized the solution. Sometimes we romance the...

The Art Of Listening

When I do something that I love, I feel like everyone should do it. So when I am not preaching at SpeakEasy or on MiraclesLIVE365... my other passion is I helping people find their voice and share their story. This sacred work can bring so much healing and clarity. In...

To Sir With Love

To Sir With Love

Maureen Muldoon In the summer of 2003, I met with Sam Christensen for the very first and only time. This event had all the markings of a cherished meeting with the Great and powerful Oz. He was a formidable presence, and walking into his office was like walking into...

The Music of The Moment

Listen The music of the moment ushers in miracles. As you stay present you will receive blessings and affluence. A worthy channel is steady, solid and steadfast. It is the great waters and wisdom of God that flows over one who demonstrates true stillness. Take...

In love, size does not matter.

In love, size does not matter.

 A warm cup of warm wassail, a gathering of friends, and a generous dollop of spicey spiritual conversation- it had all the markings of a merry slice of heaven. Bluesy love songs were lacing the air, as the beautiful hostess placed a little affirmative note on each...

Will’s Christmas Letter

Christmas 2018 I’m never sure how to sum up our year in this anachronistic letter, but I think our son Rhine has given me a visual guide with his hair styles. I still can’t claim to really understand all the nuances of being a transgender 16 year-old boy, but from my...



Home is a place that holds little altars. Happy gatherings of teacups and treasures, memories and musings and music. These small clusters seem to anchor the idea that “someone lives here” someone real with a past and a passion. These holy hubs give the eyes a place to...