What amazes and intrigues me about my work is when I meet people who say they don’t believe in spirits and the supernatural – and then go on to tell me about something miraculous and inexplicable that happened to them.

“I don’t know why I’m talking to you,” said Tessa, who had booked a telephone session. “I don’t think you can help my Raoul.” She was quiet a moment, then added softly, “I just hope he’s not suffering.”

I chuckled when I looked over the newspaper’s long list of “The Favourite…” winners in numerous categories. I think every newspaper and magazine has a yearly readers poll where people write in, nominating their favourite burger joint, hair stylist, chiropractor … and you name it. Yet in my weekly community newspaper, there was no category

  When I opened the email attachment and saw the photograph Toni had sent, my breath caught in my throat. A wash of sadness flowed over me, even though the photo showed a wizened grandmother with twinkling eyes and a cherubic smile. I had to look away and focus on something in my office –

Just as doctors read medical journals to discover the latest therapies and treatments, and lawyers keep abreast of the latest rulings by consulting LexisNexis and legal periodicals, I too am always searching for ways to improve my readings. To paraphrase Buddhist philosopher Ram Dass: If you’re not always seeking something new, you’re just staying in

  The first thing Byron said when I picked up the receiver to begin our telephone session was, “I’ve checked you out.” Instead of being taken aback by his comment, I congratulated him for doing his homework.

Morton was the kind of person who possessed everything, but felt he had nothing. He had worked hard all his life and now owned a fabulous apartment – actually, he owned the whole building. And he had two wonderful children – who lived with their mother. Last year, he sold his real estate business to

I just finished reading a wonderful novel about parallel universes, past lives, philosophical ideas and profound spiritual insights: Aleph, by Paulo Coelho, one of my favourite authors. If you’ve never heard of this Brazilian writer, I suggest picking up The Alchemist, a slim, easy-to-read book that’s energized millions of hearts and minds worldwide.

Martin had trouble expressing his feelings, and had kept his brother Phil at arm’s length all his life. Martin was a shrewd businessman; Phil taught high school English. Martin loved hockey; Phil thought it was a ridiculous sport. But when Phil died, Martin was devastated. What rattled him the most was receiving the news from

Jane mourned the recent death of her beloved pet cat Sweetie, but was happy when she occasionally heard Sweetie’s meow around the house. I was glad to hear that, too, because Jane loved and spoiled that cat and, in her own diva-like way, Sweetie loved Jane for treating her like a queen. But after several