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

Call me old fashioned, but I believe in vows and “’Til death do you part,” and everything else that goes with it. But I also know I must place in a little box all my personal beliefs when I talk to clients. And that’s what I had to do when I advised Doris that she

Coming to believe the psychics she had contacted were as kosher as a ham sandwich, Louisa called me to get my opinion. After hearing her story, my blood began to boil – I detest psychic scam artists who manipulate people into thinking they’re powerless. Thankfully, Louisa learned her lesson, and then turned the tables on

Our friend Jane in Cleveland, Ohio knows where all the cool haunted houses are in her city. Recently, she gave my husband and I a tour of some wonderfully dilapidated old structures around Ohio City that may end up as termite food – that is, unless some spirited inhabitants have their say.

Sometimes, I can’t believe the words that tumble out of my mouth. It happens occasionally when I connect with a spirit that’s come for one of my clients – a few naughty phrases that slip out in the privacy of a one-on-one reading. “Did your father curse a lot?” I’ll ask, and get a nodding

When Brenda and David, a couple in their late 40’s, signed on for their Skype session, the pressure in my office seemed to change, as if they’d brought a wall of protective silence with them. I smiled and tried making pleasant chit-chat to relax them, but neither gave more than one- or two-word replies. I

Kalisma called me because she was afraid of the lights. When I picked up the phone in my office to begin our Skype session, she urgently blurted out, “I’m so stressed out! I don’t know who to talk to, because I’m sure no one will take me seriously! But I need help! Can you help

My ears pricked up when I heard several people around me talking about a ghost in the elevator. I immediately turned toward them. Usually, I’m reticent about eavesdropping on other people’s conversations, because I’m big on respecting someone’s privacy. But chatter about ghosts and a haunted elevator around a psychic medium – my radar switched