Mystic musings & honest stories
Welcome to a warm corner where intuition meets down-to-earth humor. Here you will find reflections on psychic encounters, writerly observations from Savannah, and real talk about resilience, aging, and the everyday absurdities of being human.
Energetic Boundaries
Let me tell you what nobody warns you about: spirits don't check your calendar. For years, they would show up to chit-chat whenever they pleased. In the shower. In the middle of the night. Right when I was finally, blessedly asleep. So I built a waiting room. Picture a talk show green room. Everybody who wants to come through gets seated and offered a little water, and they wait there until I flip the on-air sign. Until that light is on, I'm not taking calls. I have one more rule: don't come to me without your loved ones. If you're a spirit with a message, bring the person you're trying to reach. I'm not here for wandering chit-chat with nothing to say. And here's the flip side. I don't chase after the living. Ever. Nothing makes a person back away faster than a stranger saying, "Your grandmother has a message for you," and then, in their mind, holding out a hand for money. That's why the spirit has to bring their people to me. I don't go to them. Boundaries aren't unspiritual. They're what let you do this work with a clear head and a full heart. Find your on-air sign and use it.
It's Just Another Sense
Isn't it funny how psychics get such a bad name? A musician has a gift, and so does a painter, and so does a great cook. Nobody clutches their pearls when someone says, "I was born to play the piano." We applaud them. But say, "I'm intuitive," and suddenly the room gets awkward.
Here's what I know. Being psychic is simply being in tune with your empathic, intuitive side, and *everybody* has that side. The only question is whether you choose to embrace it and let it flow.
It isn't evil. It isn't "of the devil." It's a gift, another sense, no different from smelling, seeing, or hearing. You don't fear your nose for picking up fresh bread, so why fear the part of you that picks up on a feeling?
If your gut has ever whispered something and turned out to be right, congratulations. You're already using
Oh My God, It's a Bear!
Psychics never know what they're going to see, and I have proof.A friend once bought me a reading with a really nice psychic up in Washington State. I didn't tell him I was a psychic myself. I just sat back and let him work. Now, I had a dog named Bud, a 110-pound Lab-Chow mix, black from tongue to toe. That dog *loved* me. So there's this poor man, gently feeling into the energy around me, and suddenly his eyes pop wide open. "Oh my God," he says, "it's a bear." "Nope," I said. "That's Bud." And here's how I knew it was really him. Right after Bud got snipped, I gave him two little blue balls to play with in the yard. When the psychic described them, I was sure. Not everybody gives their dog blue balls. The sweet part is that animals come through too. They never really leave you. They can be at peace in heaven and right by your side at the same time. Just don't be surprised if your psychic mistakes your best friend for a bear.
About the Author
My memoirs, like Unfiltered: A Sister’s Story and Unbreakable Badass, are raw, funny, and honest stories about family, burnout, psychic awakening, and choosing love even when it’s messy as hell. My Sparkle the Pixie series brings that same unfiltered energy to fiction; think magical bureaucracy, passive-aggressive unicorns, sentient mushrooms, and one very overwhelmed pixie trying to survive family drama and adulting. Whether I’m blending heart, humor, and hard-won wisdom or letting Sparkle loose on the page, my goal is simple: make you laugh, feel seen, and remember you’re not alone in the beautiful mess.
The writer's craft and unseen visitors
A behind-the-scenes look into bringing the Dead Psychic series and fresh manuscripts to life. From navigating plot twists to listening to the quiet nudges that guide a story forward, writing is equal parts stubborn perseverance, creative mystery, and trusting your gut when the blank page stares back.
Resilience, grief, and learning to laugh
Starting over rarely happens gracefully. We carry heartbreak, gather years, and stumble through fresh beginnings with varying degrees of dignity. These reflections offer honest camaraderie for the journey, grounded in the belief that feeling lighter begins when we stop pretending life follows a tidy script.