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…

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — A lone shot rang out, then another. Within seconds, they bombarded us with a volley of artillery. We fired back and tried to make it to cover, but we weren’t successful. Med got a flesh wound, but still did his job, and Newb got hit just below the collarbone. Med…

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — When Papa got home from prison, he drowned his sorrows in liquor worse than before he got sent down. Papa reverted to the mean drunk he always was the instant he stepped outside those gates. I watched him and decided I would never be like him. I’d never be a…

Challenge of teasing and tasting him in cold water is irresistible — Strawberry Daiquiri in one hand, I paused as I reached for the sliding glass door. Eyes feasted on my fiancé, Graham. I licked my lips. He laid on our floating chaise lounger, bobbing his way around the kidney-shaped in-ground pool in our backyard. A long sip from my cocktail made…

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — I finished school and became a certified auto mechanic. Mighty got me a job in the carpool of the Minneapolis police force. I was the best man at his wedding in 1977 and he was the best man at mine in 1980. …

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — Chester and I sat in the treehouse, the memory he shared hung between us like a dirty sheet. Those auctions and what happened in that barn comprised his most horrendous memories. He trusted me and I was part of an elite group of confidantes who he told about what his…

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — The tree fort still sat high in the oak tree, unchanged since I last visited Lyndon within its walls. The sunset in the West comprised beautiful purple and pink clouds peeking over the treetops. From the temperature I knew it to be late summer. An adult Chester sat watching the…

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — We sent the kids up to tidy their rooms after lunch, Geordie got in the shower and I sat in the sunroom off our bedroom for some down time. Working with spirit could be exhausting. I was still recovering from my recent work with spirit over the last few days. …

Gone, Not Forgotten: Memories of Vietnam, Book 2 — “Put it back on!” My daughter’s overly-dramatic teen voice flew up the stairs at me. “No. You picked the last one. It’s my turn now and I want to watch THIS.” Her almost two years younger brother stood his ground, but I laid in bed fearing he was no match…