Letters to the Medium, Introduction — Spirit workers live under the scrutiny of non-believers and those seeking to discredit them. Throughout history, skeptics and religious leaders vilified, tortured, and ostracized Mediums and their brethren for admitting they see and communicate with those who have passed on. It’s my mission to dispel myths and misconceptions around those…

Hot and meaty soup was her favorite first course Read the story from the beginning here. III. Emerald wrap dress clinging to my curves, I smiled at ruby red toenails peeping from my matching four-inch Louboutins. Long, jade pendant hung around my neck. Large satchel over one arm. Perfect, smudge-proof…

He waited for his mark to arrive so he could fulfill his final mission — she was the one thing he hadn’t counted on — Heavy wooden door whooshes shut, slashing the dusty light inside. Slow, measured footsteps clomp across the worn hardwood floor. God-like, he saunters to the bar, taking the crowds and loud music in stride. Eyes darting hither and fro, he searches for his obsession as soon as he’s through the door.

Fearful and Anxious Teenage Poem from my 18yo Self — This poem was originally written in 1991, when I was in the twelfth grade. As most teens do, I found that time of my life difficult as I tried to find my way into the adult world. It took several more years for me to find my place in the…

He was a tasty little appetizer before her three-course meal I squinted, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light of the dingy dive bar. It figured this was where I’d find them. Vermin in the city’s underbelly. Perfect. Good thing I don’t mind slumming it now and then, isn’t…

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — I rolled out of bed a little past seven Monday morning and made my way downstairs with Bogey close on my heels. A nice visit with good friends was the best medicine. …

Using the Full Moon’s energy to make your life what you want and need it to be — Tonight and into tomorrow is the Harvest Moon for 2022. The full moon that heralds in the harvest season and the end of the warm, summer days. There has always been a mystery around full moons and their energy. If you are sensitive to the energy of the Universe, you…

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — “Hi guys! Come on in!” I waved our guests into the house, cringing as Carly, Leslie, and Maureen squealed in teenage girl delight at seeing each other. Rudy played the good little host, hanging everyone’s coats up in the front closet, and then we shooed the kids into the family…

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — Abigail and I married in 1980, six months after we met. Our daughter, Lynda, was born Christmas Day that same year. Our twins, Sammy and Lucas, were born in January 1982, followed by Gabriel in 1983 and Stuart in 1985. It seems the Universe blessed us, as it did Mama…