I arrive out at my 93-year-old mother’s house for lunch. I’ve picked up some delicious sandwiches from the deli near my home, and I find my mom waiting…

I call my 92-year-old mother on a Saturday afternoon to check in on her during these gray days of January in the middle of a pandemic. “Hello!” she answers…

As I was driving to see my father in his final days in hospice, I heard a voice in my mind say to me, “He is going to die today.” This message from my inner guidance confirmed my feeling that I had only precious moments left with my father. 

Growing up, I was often told that I was “too sensitive.”

I could walk into a room and feel all the emotions of everyone there. I remember that when my dad would come home from work, sit down, and have a martini, I felt stressed, anxious and uneasy, and I would wonder why.