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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…

He would do anything to make his Momma smile — Bags hanging heavy from her hands, Savannah lamented a grocery list bigger than the hands needed to carry them home. “Never fails. End up buying things I don’t even need and have to cart them four blocks home.” She grumbled, blowing sweaty bangs from her eyes. “And in this godforsaken…

Letters to the Medium, 6th Edition — Everyone has had spiritual encounters at one point or another in their lives. One reader sent me a message asking me about an encounter they had early one morning. Ellie told me… I woke up one morning, just before my alarm went off, and noticed a figure standing at the…

Her actions in life devastated her afterlife — I hail from a large extended family. As the oldest of twelve, my mother raised her siblings, a mother figure more than a sister. And the glue that held the family together. Of those twelve, eleven lived and raised their families within a two-hour drive from where I grew up. …

75: Sad to think the love in the story would never be the same — Feet burning, sun beaming down, body on fire, I walked across sandpaper for miles. Fine grit. Got into everything. Picked her up a day into my journey. Wandered over, slipped her hand into mine, our steps fell into sync. Ruby red lips and matching fingernails. Long, curly ebony hair. Alabaster…

Keeping the town safe from prowling predators — Morning Glory Falls is a tourist town. Quiet in the off season, hell in the on season. It was summer. The season was definitely on. Tourists began descending upon us back in May. As the Sheriff of our quaint little hamlet, I was in hell. Fiona, Pastor Bill’s wife, reported…

74: Every mama needs help once in awhile — Wings fluttering lazily, the faery hovered over the clearing. Three fox kits tumbled in the grass below. A nod to Mama and she trotted off into the trees. Next came twin bear cubs, a baby squirrel, four bunnies, two cougar kittens, and three beaver kits. …

73: I happily dropped to my knees for that hot, black, lip-licking goodness every morning — Bleary-eyed, nose dripping, feet shuffling, ass scratching morning from hell started, as always, with my stumble to the kitchen. Fingers massaging my temples, I blessed the coffeemaker and poured a very generous cup of black coffee. “Ah, psychopaths unite!” A giggle as I gulped too much scalding java. And a…

72: When you tell someone old news — “Hello, Mrs. Graham.” Two coffees in hand, I sat across from her. Uninvited. “I’d like a word, if I may?” Arms crossed, curious look sizing me up, she leaned back. “Yes?” “Mrs. Graham, your husband is an adulterer.” Eyebrows raised, smug smile, I awaited her reaction. She broke into raucous…