A psychic guide to magical living in the Age of Death

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Good morning! Reporting live to you from The Weed Witch Cave during Coronavirus Global Meltdown 2020, where stores in Brooklyn are currently in complete pandemonium. Twitter is having an anxiety attack, Naomi Campbell is sending haute couture face mask air kisses to Italy, literally all news is bad news, and it’s every person for themselves. JFC. Here I thought dating in New York was bad enough, but now we’re essentially in the throes of a full-on Michael Crichton thriller.

Depending on who you talk to, there’s a 50–50 chance of operating business as usual or…

A forbidden love of two different walks of life learning from one another to bring values back into each others communities.

“Do you always make jokes in place of conversation?”

“It’s the Southern way, ma’am.”

“Southern way?”

“My mother’s immortal phrase: ‘When things get too painful, we either avoid them or we laugh.”

“When do you cry according to the Southern way?”

[Laughs] “We don’t.”

Repression and shame from years of toxic abuse, looking for the absolution of our mothers, while try to “toughen up.” So emotionally vulnerable and so professionally forbidden with zero boundaries and so many lessons!

It’s “The Prince of Tides” and it’s currently streaming on Criterion Channel and Amazon. …

Dystopian graffiti in New York City. October 2020 by Carly Fisher.

It is October 2020. A month from now, five years or twenty, this statement will feel less of importance. However, at present, I have spent the past 10 months writing so many words in too many places that I can barely keep track. Because I was processing these emotions recklessly to become a product of my productivity instead of focusing.

As journalism bled out this year, so many people felt untethered by their sense of selves to their former lives. So many of my former idols seemed to bear such minor significance as the internet commodified everyone into a number…

Lessons from an award-winning strategist and journalist via the agency world about the importance of lifestyle writing and the shift to crowd-sourced publishing Medium, Substack and Patreon sales models that support quality content and the future of investigative reporting.

In April, I was given the opportunity to perform a content strategy test through one of the top journalism outlets in the country. Ultimately, I found myself in the same situation I had found myself in many times before: they wanted my ideas for an unpaid “test,” which was code for: “We are going to take your ideas and not pay you for them in order to solve an actual RFP problem.”

This is not unusual, but I really wanted their consideration for the position. Besides, I was naturally curious about the strategy/RFP ad sales process happening behind the scenes…

I am unsubscribing from all of your newsletters and emails. Mainly because I am trying a comedy writing career now, which means I am broke. If these are the end of days, I should certainly at least TRY to see if I’m funny.

I know that I am not supposed to encourage this because I have my own newsletter and am very good at creating newsletters for everyone else. You should pay me to make you a newsletter, but don’t be mad that I will not be subscribing to it. Don’t get mad at me, it’s just that I want…

Several months ago, I rewatched the movie Yentl. Yes, the 1983 classic feminist Jewish musical starring Barbara Streisand and Mandy Patinkin. If you’re like most of my friends, you probably are vaguely familiar with the song “Papa, Can You Hear Me?” but haven’t actually watched the movie. It’s streaming somewhere and now you must watch it. I insist. For your enjoyment, you can watch it here for free: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhhenOwMXGw

The reason you must watch this movie is that it perfectly summarizes the endless struggle between a woman being forced to choose between her body and her brain. …

A modern rations line, as spotted in Brooklyn in 2020.
A modern rations line, as spotted in Brooklyn in 2020.

8:30 A.M. — It’s 8:30 a.m. on a Thursday morning. I am sitting in bed in my Brooklyn apartment as the sunlight streams into my window with a cup of Earl Grey tea, a small ceramic pipe, a deck of tarot cards at my side and a gris-gris given to me by my friend, Jackie. …

“This is my super famous writer friend.” That’s how a former friend in the liquor industry would often introduce me to her colleagues, always carefully delivered with an air of backhanded condescension. I always found it confusing to be announced in this manner because I already knew most of these people.

After writing about restaurants, bars and hotels for the past 15 years, it was understood that should there be a good angle for a story, we would undoubtedly connect. I never saw myself as a super famous writer or even successful. Just someone doing their job. Still, I winced…

Carly Fisher

Taking the time to smell the roses and eat the bread. Author of "Easy Weekend Getaways in the Hudson Valley and Catskills" James Beard nom. www.carlyfisher.com

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