My grandfather was a Polish immigrant to the United States. He was a craftsman who also read cards. I never knew him, but I grew up hearing how, when I was a baby, he’d insisted that I was very special. In honor of our special bond, I started learning to read cards.

I’m interested in the intersection of cards, poetry, art, and life. I like to think about what I do. I started this blog to help me keep thinking about cards and why they continue to fascinate me. Thanks for reading and thinking with me.

For a reading, contact me at anniekaye.contact@gmail.com



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