My dearest friend, Shelia Powell is a raging empath. No, really. She’s like Theresa Caputo. She talks to the dead. We became friends after she read More Than an Echo and thought that I had to be an empath because I nailed it. Spot on.
Alas, I can barely read the newspaper let alone some dead person’s aura.
So when we finally met, I had her do a reading for me.
She asked who the woman was in the BLACK apron.
Now, this might not seem like a big deal to you, but if she was a phony, she would have hedged her bets that MY grandmother was wearing a flowery or pretty apron. Not black. Women in the 50’s and 60’s didn;t reallt wearibf black aprons.
My Non did.
Yeah. She’s that good.
Then she rubbed her hip and said, “What was wrong with your mama’s leg?”
No one…and I mean I tell NO ONE that my mother was crippled. She was missing a hip socket.
Umm…I’m a believer.
When a writer of the paranormal surrounds herself with true supernatural people and experiences, her writing becomes infused with a realism others find hard to match.
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