Inexplicable Things Blog

Born under a cursed moon and raised among gators and gossip, Mama Sha’ has been stirring pots—both literal and metaphorical—for over 45 years. This ain’t your grandma’s apothecary—unless she hexed exes for fun and kept bones in labeled jars. Now, over the age of 50, Mama Sha’ is tired of the frilly nonsense. She’s thrown in the towel – on shiny spell jars, mass-produced “intention kits” and TikTok witches spewing out bad advice and who think magic is just lighting a candle while duck-lip pouting into their cell phone for clicks. She’s not here for the influencer alchemy or quartz-drenched nonsense blessed by algorithms and sold with a selfie, the endless parades of crystal-infused moonwater that couldn’t hex its way out of a paper bag. Mama Sha’ needs grit, not glitter. Power, not Pinterest. She has spent years building her craft with bones, fire and actual consequences. She has leaned hard into the grit, the grime, and the glory of true swamp witchery. Her hands know herbs, her boots know mud, and her mouth knows curses sharp enough to slice through generational trauma. Crystals are fine, but she prefers tools that bite back—rusted nails, crawfish mud, black salt, and the kind of herbs that get you side-eyed at TSA. She don’t cast for aesthetics. She casts for results. This isn’t a vibe. It’s a vow. If you’re looking for pastel spells and glitter jars, turn back now. But if you crave botanical vengeance and handcrafted wrath, welcome home. So buckle up, buttercups! Let’s do this!