I found an old notebook of mine from high school geometry class recently, and scribbled in the margin next to

A professor I had in college kept a small print of the Tree of Life pinned above her desk, not

My roommate in college kept a literal spreadsheet ranking every guy she dated by Life Path Number compatibility with her

Stones for Astrology: My grandmother wore a single, slightly cloudy blue sapphire ring her whole life, and the family story

My cousin is an identical twin, and every family gathering someone brings up how she and her sister are basically

Somewhere in a family drawer, there’s probably a birth certificate that would settle this whole thing in about ten seconds.

A friend of mine spent nearly a year convinced the Aquarius guy she was seeing just wasn’t that into her,

My sister-in-law dated a Leo for two years before they got married, and she says the easiest way to explain

My coworker spent an embarrassing amount of time convinced the Cancer guy she liked wasn’t interested, mostly because he never

A friend of mine paid an actual astrologer to run a synastry chart before she got engaged, not to decide

My roommate dated a Taurus guy for almost a year before she’d admit she was actually into him, mostly because

My grandfather was born in 1952, which I only found out was a Water Dragon year a few years back

My cousin’s a Horse, born in ’90, and she’s the only person I know who’s ended a good relationship purely

Years ago I read two horoscopes for the same day, one for my actual sign and one for a sign

You’ve probably had this exact experience: you read a horoscope, roll your eyes a little, and then something in it

Somewhere in almost every Indian household, there’s a version of the same conversation: two families exchange kundlis before a wedding

There’s a decent chance you found this article after reading three horoscopes in a row, feeling a little too seen

My grandmother read her horoscope in the newspaper every single morning for probably fifty years, coffee first, horoscope second, then

My parents have been married thirty-one years and my mom still blames every argument on my dad being a stubborn

Somewhere around the third month of dating someone, most people hit the same moment: things are going well, but a