damn you, retrograde season

welcome to the astrology of March 2025 🥲

Mars has been stuck on 17º Cancer like a skipped record, and I can’t breathe.

I schlep around the house in yesterday’s clothes. Words rattle around my brain like Scrabble tiles I can’t put down. I feel like a fluke – how can I be an astrologer, and yet be so viscerally affected by the astrology?

I have been trying to find the perfect thing to say when I r…