Dive into the Whimsical World of Sapphire Divines

USPS doesn’t “appreciate” glitter, wine corks, and mysterious herbs rattling in a mason jar. Neither did Janet from customer service, who now thinks she’s cursed.

It started with salt around the doorway and ended with me in a silk robe, holding a garden hose inside the living room. Somewhere in between, I may have offered psychic readings to the fire department.

She said it was a “prosperity ritual.” I said it was a fire hazard. Ten minutes later, my tail was singed, the Persian rug was smoking, and Sapphire blamed “ancestral trauma.”