In the spirit of everything spooky I thought it would be fun to share my tarot card reading experience in Salem, Massachusetts. Last Halloween my family and I took a trip to Salem to enjoy the festivities. I decided beforehand that I was going to get a reading so I did some research and read reviews on the area shops prior to my trip. Personally I have a lot of knowledge about the tarot and have read cards for years but there is nothing like having another person doing the reading for you. Ultimately after scouting out the various merchants my intuition led me to a place called Fatima’s Psychic Studio.
When I think about my favorite horror movie I consider many things. I look at the storyline and feel that plot as well as a strong cast of characters is important. As for the scare factor since we are talking about horror here I need to be terrified. Combining these factors, my choice for all time ultimate slasher/thriller is the Poltergeist trilogy from the 1980’s. My focus is one particular character; the Reverend Henry Kane.
A proper fraction is a number whose value is less than one and the numerator is less than the denominator. So what does mathematics have to do with this challenge? Well, for my open letter to a best friend I have chosen to write to my four children. When I think of whom my best friend is I have to include them all. Each child representing one quarter of a whole has unique attributes that when combined together, create one amazing unit.
My one and only tattoo was done over two decades ago when I was twenty four years old. It is nothing elaborate yet within its simplicity it speaks in volume about everything in existence. I have always personally believed that a tattoo should have meaning to the owner and be chosen with great thought involved. I can recall a man telling me when I was much younger that what we mark our body with becomes part of who we are. With this notion in mind I chose my ankh tattoo. She sits upon my upper left back; nothing intricate just black and red ink.
I still remember that day last year like it was yesterday. I just left the office for the day and the air had a tropical feel to it; I could smell the storm brewing. The warmth combined with the breeze felt wonderful after a long day of work. My day didn’t start out great; running late in the morning, I forgot my tote bag which had my umbrella and walking shoes in it. The forecast said a storm was coming. It was shortly after 5 pm. I looked down at my stilettos, those damn heels that I loved so much. Just as I was thinking about whether I would make it to the bus stop, a block and a half away; thunder broke and it began to pour.