Using the Energies Since 1975
Every Chart Tells a Story.
So Does Mine.
how i see it
I believe in taking charge of your life, in learning all you can about who you are, what your soul’s plan might be, how you can share your gifts with the world — because when you do, life is infinitely more joyful, and you waste less time. And time is oh so very precious.
Astrologer. Tarot reader. Writer with an MA and MFA. Digital collagist. Lover of all things French. Coffee queen. Cat mama. Glittery earring enthusiast — and proud survivor of enough narcissists to earn an unofficial “narc” PhD.
Where It Started
Seventh Grade English Class Changed Everything
I fell in love with astrology in seventh grade English class when we studied Greek mythology and I discovered that the gods and goddesses whose stories captivated me were the same archetypes that pulse through every birth chart — Mars, Venus, Saturn, Neptune, all of them, still speaking to us thousands of years later. In the days before personal computers, I taught myself how to calculate and draw astrology charts by hand. On the weekends, I had my face buried in books by Sydney Omarr, Linda Goodman, and Derek and Julia Parker, and you could regularly find me sprawled on my teenage twin bed with a candy bar and American Astrology magazine.
Tarot came along in my twenties, and from that point on, I never separated the two. Astrology and tarot aren’t tools I pull out for readings and then put away — they’re the lens through which I see everything. I’m the kind of person who once asked a bank teller to double-check my deposit because Mercury was retrograde, and she stared at me like I was speaking another language — which, honestly, I was. But if you’re reading this page, you probably would have just nodded and said “I get it.”
That instinct — the ability to look at symbols, patterns, and signs and trust what you see in them — may actually run in my family. My mother told me that her grandmother used to invite the village ladies around for tea and read the fortune in their cup. I’ve read tea leaves myself over the years, and I can tell you it’s the same gift at work: the willingness to sit with another person, look at what’s in front of you, and interpret what’s emerging. I believe that gift was handed down through the bloodline to me, and it shows up in everything I do — whether I’m reading a natal chart, pulling cards, or noticing that the universe has a peculiar sense of timing.
One life, two destinies
Signed in Karmic Ink
With twelve houses in a natal chart, multiple planets, and multiple aspects, your birth chart is a beautiful mandala of possibilities, contradictions, and karmic insights. It tells the unique story of what you came here to be, do, and learn — the sacred contracts you have made with yourself, and with others.
I fulfilled one of my sacred contracts by becoming a teacher and a writer. For over twenty-five years, I taught college writing and literature — earned an MA and an MFA in Creative Writing, published poems in literary journals, won a teaching award, and spent my career encouraging people of all ages and backgrounds to find their voice and follow their dreams. I loved that work, and it shaped me profoundly as a communicator and a storyteller.
But the whole time, another destiny was waiting for me — over thirty years of deep astrology and tarot study that ran alongside my teaching career, of reading charts and pulling cards and practicing with friends and family and eventually reading for paying clients whenever I could, until the day finally came to give that destiny its own life.
In 2018, I launched my YouTube channel and became one of the first readers doing money and career tarot on the platform. The channel grew steadily, and even when life got impossibly hard — and it did — I kept building. I hit 100,000 subscribers in the middle of what I now call my season of tears, which tells you something about my Mercury in Taurus stubbornness and a Saturn favorably aligned with my sun
what almost took out my fire
The Season of Tears
In late 2021, the ground beneath my life started shifting in ways I could not have predicted and could barely keep up with. Saturn and Neptune were transiting through some of the most personal territory in my chart, and the outer world reflected it with ruthless precision.
It started with the news that a developer planned to build a commercial building right behind my house — literally where I had my home office. As a highly sensitive person, I knew I couldn’t stay, and I made the agonizing decision to sell the home I’d lived in for twenty years. That decision set off a chain of events that would reshape my entire life over the next four years.
I went through four moves between late 2021 and mid-2025. I downsized my home, relocated my father several states away after his dementia diagnosis, and moved there myself to help with his care — even though the place I landed was cold, overcast, expensive, and hard on my energy in ways I hadn’t anticipated.
None of that mattered as much as being near my dad. After my mother passed in 2008, it was just the two of us living in the same town for years, and we always had each other’s backs. I took him to countless ER visits and was there when he got his pacemaker, when he went through lymphoma, when the world got confusing for him in ways that broke my heart. In those final years, I drove him to nearly every appointment, took him out to diners when his legs could still carry him, and sat with him watching TV when they couldn’t anymore.
He didn’t fully understand what I did for a living, but he was always fiercely supportive of my entrepreneurial spirit. He bought me my first microphone — a Yeti — when I started making YouTube videos, and he loved when I showed him images I’d created in Midjourney, marveling at what technology could do. After he passed, he came to me in several dreams to let me know he was okay, and in one of them, he told me I was a good kid. I know wherever his spirit is now, he is at peace — reunited with his beloved dogs, my mom, and the family he missed.
I also lost my beloved cat Arielle to intestinal lymphoma during those years. She was barely nine years old. Longtime viewers of my YouTube channel will remember her — she sat right on the desk in front of me during almost every reading I filmed, a velcro kitty who was always on my lap, always in the frame, always part of the experience. When she died, my community grieved with me, and six months later, my dad was gone too.
Through all of it, I kept showing up. I kept making videos and reading for clients because that was the one steady thing I could hold onto — even when “steady” meant doing the same kind of content over and over because I simply didn’t have the bandwidth for anything else. My fire had burned down to one tiny ember in the fireplace of my heart.
It took me a while to understand what had actually happened during those years.
I didn’t lose myself — I lost the capacity to be fully myself, and there is a real difference between those two things. When you’re in survival mode, you don’t take creative risks or try new things. You do the steady, known thing because you cannot afford for one more thing to collapse underneath you. And that is exactly what I did — until I decided I was done waiting for the season to end on its own. Saturn and Neptune were still in Pisces when I made the decision to move back home, because sometimes you don’t wait for the transit to finish. Sometimes you make the choice that finishes it for you.
What Comes After the Storm
The Ember Catches Again
So I came home — back to the river town I’d lived in for twenty-one years before life pulled me away, back to my gym, my dentist, my favorite grocery stores, the kind of place where people actually talk to you in the checkout line and the sky doesn’t punish you five days out of seven. I adopted Bobie, a ten-year-old tuxedo cat who had been stressed living with three rambunctious labradoodles at a family member’s house. He is not Arielle — no cat ever will be — but he is fat, magnificently opinionated, and we have become BFFs in this next chapter.
And slowly, the fire came back. Not all at once, because it never does after the kind of season I’d been through, but ember by ember, something caught, and the Aries in me woke up again. A longtime viewer left a comment on one of my recent videos that stopped me: “The Aries in you finally comes out.” She was right.
I’ve always been direct, and I’ve always told the truth — even when I told it slant, to borrow from Emily Dickinson. But there is a difference between showing up honestly when you’re running on fumes and showing up honestly when your fire is at full flame. The energy is different, the creative willingness is different, and the willingness to stop doing things that drain me and start building things that light me up — that is what’s new.
Astrology is a beautifully coded system steeped in archetype, dreams, mythology, astronomy, poetry, pattern, and mystery
It is a tool that can help us make sense of the world and ourselves in a way that often defies logic but intuitively feels right. Sometimes that tool can feel like a hammer (I’m looking at you, Pluto) and sometimes it’s a dreamy feather caressing a blushing cheek (Venus in Pisces, dahling). Sometimes understanding arrives gently, and sometimes it arrives like Saturn knocking on your door at 6 a.m. with a thermos full of black coffee saying we need to talk.
I don’t do doom astrology, and I don’t do fairy tales. I’m not going to tell you the sky is falling, and I’m not going to pretend everything is amazing when it might not be. What I offer is a way to read your own mandala — your birth chart’s sacred geometry of possibilities, contradictions, and karmic insight — through my interpretations of your chart, the mirror of the cards, and the patterns in your life that are asking to be seen.
You get to decide how to use the energies, and that is the whole point of everything I do. This work is not about prediction or fate — it’s about conscious participation in your own life. And I bring fifty years of lived experience and a sharper lens to every reading, because I’ve dedicated my life to understanding how these cosmic patterns actually play out for real people.
I have a Scorpio moon that will not let me sugarcoat a damn thing, even if I wanted to. But I also know what it’s like to grieve someone you can’t get back, to sit in a season that feels like it’s never going to end, and to wonder if your fire will ever return.
So when I record a reading for you, I’m not just interpreting symbols — I am showing up for you as a person at a specific moment in your life. I’m on your side, and I’m protective of my clients, always have been. You’re not a transaction. You’re a person at a pivotal moment in your life, and I take that seriously.
kind words
OMG. Stella, this was the most amazing astrology reading I have ever had in my life.
WOW. Holy hell––your attention to detail, and your explanations of how these transits and energies are showing up in my life––I was blown away the entire time. You could not have been more accurate with everything you said…Thank you again for your knowledge and wisdom, and for sharing all these incredible secrets of the universe with me.
Jamie, Oregon
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