A paranormal memoir, and useful strategies for intuitive living.

Imagine sitting across from your health insurance broker, and when queried about your mental health, you want to blurt out: "I see dead people, but there is nothing wrong with me."

More than one boyfriend ran for the hills because I "saw" future events, such as a fire that endangered the lives of two children. Then again, I once passed on a call-back for an acting audition because the producer had a creepy vibe. He was later convicted of murdering his lead actress.

I "heard" my boyfriend's name before we exchanged the first words. My dead cat visited and scared a friend away.

I scheduled a psychiatric evaluation when I "saw" the events of September 11th on a beach in August of 2001. thought I had to be insane.

A decade after his death, our late landlord demanded we foster rescue dogs even though I prefer cats.

Holding someone's briefcase revealed a future drug overdose. "Reading" keys announced an unlikely pregnancy.

Viewing a rental property comes with a detailed report of the previous tenant's history. Divorce, disease, and depression linger in a space like muck.

Telepathy has proven more efficient than text messages or shopping lists.

And yes, a teacup levitated across a table and was set on the floor without spilling the tea.

The paranormal is my normal. It wasn't easy to accept because "seeing things" is only popular in the plotline of a Halloween movie, rarely in real life. These are true stories, and sound advice on how to navigate the paranormal without questioning your sanity.

Let me take you for a ride.