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About Mama T

Welcome to Musings of a Conjure Woman. My name is Mama T (affectionately known as TT), and this space is where I share my journey as a Black woman, a Conjure Woman, and a teacher of ancestral wisdom, Hoodoo, Black spirituality, and cultural traditions.

My Purpose

I created this blog as both a personal archive and a guidepost for others walking paths of healing, history, and spiritual growth. Here you’ll find teachings, reflections, and stories that honor my ancestors, celebrate Black womanhood, and nurture collective care.

Gratitude

Thank you for being here and walking this journey with me.


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