My Coven




My Coven



The other day I found myself in need of a spell- the kind that levels a playing field.

I had been running errands and dealing with unhelpful people wherever I went.

“Can you point me in the direction of…?”
“Do I look like I work here?”
“Well, the name-tag and all.”

“Where do I return…?”
“Move it to that register.”
“You mean the one six inches away?”

I was keeping my patience in check, but a gal only has so much ‘non-confrontational- nice-lady’ in supply.

“Can I order…?”
“We all out.”
“But you called me.”
“Wrong numba musta been.”

Kind Of Day.


“Can I get change for…?”
“We don’t do change. We do weaves that change people’s lives!”
“But all I need is…”
“LaToya! Come deal with this woman. I’m full-up with Lydia Delphines’s issues!”

“When do you think I can expect delivery on…?”
“Baby. You only just dropped it off two months ago.”

“What are you doing to my trees…?”
“You wanted them trimmed right Miss Cheryl?”
“They’re dead.”
“You want I should stop now?”

“Can I change my appointment to…?”
“Do you have any suggestions?”

Eye rolling, hair pulling, get me a gun Kind Of Day.

So, I did what any God fearing, middle aged, graduate degreed, pusher of humans through a garden hose, married for 30+years, increased from a size 8 to a 12 10, hair turning gray (hair growing in places that it should not), wine loving, I dare you, kinda gal would do- I called on my Coven, and conjured a few bad ass incantations with my friends down the street because Hollywood can’t make this shit up…

or can they?


The House used as the setting for
Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies
American Horror Story:Coven
(also, just around the corner from mine, which is fortunate because I often grease my broomstick with the gals because you have to stay in shape)


Sidewalk inlay
installed when the building housed
Soule Business College (1920-1970):
From Education As The Leading Cause
The Public Character It’s Color Draws

(Since I have no God damn idea what that means I prefer to translate as ‘It’s good to be Me’)


The backyard view.
Also where we practice levitation & dance naked- sometimes, actually, to music.
Mostly not.  


The front gate, by which upon entering you are greeted by
the Headmistress and asked to demonstrate your power.
Mine is spending money without Ben finding out.



  • Anonymous - The thing about it is that hollywood doesn’t HAVE to make it up–just take notes!

  • Sue - I admire your photos and your photography skills a lot, plus your writing is always so intriguing. I hope to get a better camera someday. Movie houses are my passion, so thanks for this. I have to tweet and pin to Pinterest here

    • A Pleasant House - I’ll tell u a little secret. My camera is my i-phone with some crazy apps that I use like photshop! No kidding!!! And thanks for reminding me- I should pin these as well. Ooops.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - One needs to cast a spell on cranky retail clerks…ReplyCancel

  • Julie DeNeen - Remind me to never piss you off! LOLReplyCancel

  • Anonymous - Loved the post! Who doesn’t need a little help from their friends anyway? Virginia- FirstClassWomanReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Exactly Virginia! I’ve taken care of the retail clerks that were of no help- know I must cast a spell about traffic lights! Thanks for stopping by!!!!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - You are endlessly entertaining, but you probably already know that! I am so glad I am (mostly, I think/hope) on your good side!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn - Ahhhh, I love those sort of days. Makes one determined to either really get ‘er done or, as you so rightly pointed out, hex ’em. If for no other reason, you’ll feel better.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I don’t just ‘do’ hexes’ I do blessing too! Just not this day!ReplyCancel

  • Vince Berryman - The part about dancing naked reminded me of what Terry Pratchett’s Discworld witches thought about doing that – basically, even if you can find a night that’s warm enough in a temperate climate, there is the issue of “thistles and sudden hedgehogs”. It’s not relevant to the post – I just wanted to share. (RIP Pterry.)

    That house is AWESOME. PLEASE tell me you actually have access to it for the doing of witchy stuff!ReplyCancel

  • Abby - Cheryl, did you put a spell on the comment avatars – cause they seem to have disappeared and now it’s just some sort of ghost images? I mean Holy Smoke if you can do that, then I’m really scared!?!

    • Cheryl - Be scared. Be very scared….. *wink*ReplyCancel

  • Brenda Ray Coffee - I love this, and it was just what I needed.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I had my witches dancing on a Halloween night in Iowa. They didn’t mind the cold with the raging bonfire. Of course, I arranged for the party to be broken up and the fire extinguished. It is Iowa, afterall.ReplyCancel

  • Leanne Le Cras - you do whatever you need to be seen and heard – a good incantation at the right time might be just the thing – or you could try the naked dancing thing when you next deal with an annoying shop assistant!ReplyCancel

  • b+ (Retire in Style Blog) - Oh my gosh, can I join your coven? I am so dim though that it takes the WHOLE DAY for me to realize that I have had a “coven meeting” kind of day! Darn! Happy Halloween!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I hope you sweep clean all the mess and cast a few good ones! Hahaha Good for you!ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Torris - Oh my gosh, can I join your coven? I am so dim though that it takes the WHOLE DAY for me to realize that I have had a “coven meeting” kind of day! Darn! Happy Halloween!ReplyCancel

  • Chloe Jeffreys - I like reading you.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you Chloe. That means a lot. Us Witches gotta fly together! Ha!ReplyCancel

  • Christiana - You codnlu’t pay me to ignore these posts!ReplyCancel

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