When was the last time you had a conversation with someone who looked you in the the eye, listened intently, and seem genuinely interested in what you were saying? Almost seems uncomfortable for some of us..right?? We stayed glued to our cell phone (key work Cell for prisoner), we text or email rather than call and certainly cannot think of have a one on one conversation wit someone.  I’m to busy, I have errands to run, I need to get to the mall, I need to pay my bills, I need to check on my family and on and on.  It’s all about me and my four and no more…..

All valid things to place in ones itinerary….but at the loss of being human? Then we don’t understand why when we are in need of an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on or someone just to sit around and “chew the fat with” no one is available.  No one seems to care about our needs or difficulties. And why… because they are too busy telling you I’m to busy, I have errands to run, I need to get to the mall, I need to pay my bills, I need to check on my family and on and on.  It’s all about me and my four and no more…..

It is a catch 22! The bottom line is we all have the same time in a day.  We should schedule listening and human compassion for  others in the world beside our immediate tribe.  Or even schedule more eye time with members of our tribe.  Bottom line we have to make time. By the giving of “time” one of the most valuable commodities in the world, we get back 100 fold. My pal crone Lindsee Ellesmere is one of those rare humans who listens to you, laugh’s with you, gets fashimilt with you, and just all around supports your stupidity when you do not deserve it.  I strive to be more like her.  You should too.

Stop, take a breath, and listen to at least one soul trying to tell you a story today.   It may be sad, it may be stressful, it may be they are asking an unanswerable question, or just wanting to share a funny story to make you laugh.  Take time to really listen (don’t sit there planning a response ). They may not even want you to speak at all …just listen.  Try being human again for a few minutes. The rewards are inexplicable and refreshing.

Please don’t misunderstand, we Crones know a “psychic sponge” when we hear one and do not let them waste our time telling the same sad tale,  story of assaches and woundettes over and over again.  We are not required to do that. We know how to be discerning as Crones, Divas, and Goddesses.  However, love yourself enough today to listen to one story of any type.  Be in the moment and let the Universe give you the right response and reward.

The Crones Love You All.


The Queen Cronista


When you have been around as long as this Crone you recognize brilliance and honor those who make the tapestry of life so fascinating.  I am blessed to be teaching some brilliant young minds right now.  I find its the same when I was training adult learners for a fortune 100 company for years.  You need to observe the crop and pick out the best crop to tend.  It is not always the tallest stalk, or the thinnest stalk, the stalk with the same growing pattern as the rest, or the stalk that looks like all the rest.

Sometimes the thoroughbreads are the shorter, rounder, stalks with a sturdier soul and a quicker wit. Find the stalk that starts growing in the mail room but blossoms best when placed in front of a computer or behind a TV camera.  The stalk that when transplanted yields outstanding results year after year. However, had we not taken the time to see that stalk, and help transplant it to better soil (more challenging environment) it would have wilted and died.

Don’t pass up the productive stalks because you only look a the tall stalks hogging the sun.  Really look at your crop and handle it according to its individual need.  I’ve been blessed with a brilliant “Diva Brigade” wherever I worked in corporate America.  The saucy, articulate, sassy Divas that are the core of all organizations (even though the corporations still don’t know that).  If you want a team effort to work, your own company to flourish, or just to surround yourself with people who will make a difference in your life; find the divas, the goddesses, the old crones and befriend them (if you are lucky they’ll let you).  These are humans with very sensitive baloney meters.  You cannot fool them for long ….if at all.  But if you are lucky enough to have one call you friend you have arrived in life. And note…the crop around them flourishes better than the rest… and produces the most excellent output.  Fact!!!

The Queen Cronista


GOOD FOOD AND GOOD MEDICINE ( or so most moms say). Grandmother Crone is suffering with a bout of Crater Crud this week.  All old crones know soup, especially chicken soup, is good for what ails you.  Try this recipe for a tasty treat.

Serves 8

1 1/2 tsp.               Olive Oil

1 med.                  Onion (diced)

1 tsp.                    Dried Thyme

1 tsp.                    Dried Rosemary

16 oz.                   Roasted Chicken Shredded

2 Cups                 Carrots Sliced

2/3 Cups              Celery thinly sliced

2 (32Oz)              Containers of Chicken Stock (preferably organic)

1 1/2 Cups           Orzo Pasta

1 tsp.                    Kosher Salt

1 tsp.                    Cracked Black Pepper

Heat oil in a large Dutch Oven or Sauce Pot to medium high; sauté onion, celery and carrots until tender.  Then add stock, thyme, rosemary, salt and pepper and chicken to vegetables.  Add pasta at the end and cook until tender. Reduce Heat and simmer on medium low for 30 min.  Serve with toasted crostini points topped with melted gruyere or jack cheese.


Crones, like wounded tigers, should not be toyed with when they are ill!  Especially during a FULL MOON (like today).  I’d only had one cold in 35 years and am sporting my 8th bout of bronchitis in18 months since moving back to Appalachia.  Is the Universe trying to tell me something?  I don’t know how to be ill …so this is truly a challenge.

Unlike the tiger I was not up all night stalking prey.  I was hacking up a lung until the wee hours of the morning.  That, with this full moon energy, has me ready to rip off a head, and pour stump water down a neck.  To be forewarned is to be forearmed. At least I try to be fair when I have my cranky pants on….which is not often.

The staffs I worked with in corporate america use to hang a full moon sign on my office door to warn the uninformed.  Don’t we wish all of life’s hurdles had a full moon sign posted for us? Nature is fair; like the Crones we post signs.  We don’t want to harm or maim we just want to be left alone and treated with due respect during times of challenging energies.

Young people would do well to start learning to read the signs.  Like the wisdom of the shaman, it’s all out there for you if you learn to read the signs.  Learn to improve your awareness by reading the signs in every moment of the day.  Be in the present and improve your chances to live longer and seize all opportunities, all around you.

Now, with this helpful hint from the Crones in your toolbox, you are better armed to make the best of this day ….FULL MOON… and otherwise.


The Queen Cronista


This is to the lady in the Walmart parking lot who was traveling at break neck speed while puffing on a ciggy and talking on her phone.  You almost broadsided me running that stop sign.  I had to draw a deep breath as you puffed along and  barely missed a mother and child walking into the store.

In my opinion people with this amount of disregard for civil law and human life are no better than terrorists.  There is a special place in Hell for you.  There is no one on that phone that can’t wait to hear your dribble.  The life of that mother and child outweighs any useless gossip you may be engaged in at the moment.

Idiots are a special topic to this Crone; mostly because they show up every day.  This topic may show up often.  I realize you cannot fix stupid even with super glue. We can get wiser to acknowledging their existence, and raising our awareness, to avoid letting them randomly kill us and our love ones as we run a simple errand.

Stay alert “Crone Brigade”; we love you and don’t want you hurt.  Keep your awareness fine-tuned… like a ninja warrior… at all times.  The Universe is a better place with you in it.  The Karma Cops will remove the Idiots slowly but surely.


The Queen Cronista


I believe, that as drivers, we are all responsible for seeing to it that we, and everyone on the road, arrive safely at our destination each day.  I learned this in defensive driving schools because I had company cars for years.  It is a solid obligation.

So, to those aggressive, or winsome drivers, who grace the roadway with us on our journey, here are a few tips from the road hags school of driving crone-ology.

First of all you cannot molecularly transmute through my vehicle in front of you no matter how close you get to my bumper.  Scotty is not going to beam you up and make the rest of us disappear.  Back off!

To Wilamena the Winsome, weaving all over the road worse than any drunk, while you read a text from your beloved in dewy eyed wonder…that text message will store just fine until you park your car. Stop now or pull off the road before you kill one or more of us.

To Bubba the Truck…what the pluck!!! Your aggressive behaviour to everyone on the road is just not acceptable , it is illegal.  We are all going the same direction (well maybe not you; you are going straight to hell)…but I digress.  Your souped up, deformed truck with roll bars, skull decoupage, and tires bigger than dump trucks….this is the only large thing in your life…deal with it!  Don’t take it out on the world.

To Juicy Old Crones, and Creaky Old Dudes, driving on a major a highway or no passing, 2 lane street, at 10 miles an hour…(this is also illegal). We love you and do not begrudge you your right to get about.  God love you for still trying.  However, please stay in the “slow lane”, and do not get out during lunch hour, rush hour or any other time of major traffic congestion.  Time your trips otherwise, so you don’t stress yourself and your fellow travelers. Some of us only have 30 minutes for lunch. If we follow behind you we have to turn around and go straight back to the office because it took us so long to get to our destination.

And lastly teenagers.  Your new found driving freedom is not for breaking land speed records on public roads. It is not about venting anger because the rest of the world doesn’t know its all about you, and won’t get the hell out of your way.  It is all about safety first. Yours most importantly.  There are many people who love you. They don’t want to have to come and identify your cold dead, mangled carcass in a morgue, because you decided to vent  anger in a 2 ton weapon at breakneck speed.  Basic physics: you will not win when you collide with any object fixed or otherwise.

Take it from the Crones, we’ve been involved in assisting with legal cases, our comments are from observation and the research of experts, not just Two Juicy Crones on a tear.