In this season of all things that go bump in the night, I’m
just not a believer. Well, unless I’m
reading a Stephen King novel and then I know the true meaning of being scared
snotless. But I don’t thinks that’s the
same thing as feeling the ghouls and goblins, witches and warlocks of the day.
I’m not big on superstitions. Bring on the black cat. Let me break a mirror. I’ll gladly step on any cracks in the
sidewalk. Sorry, but I’m not phased.
Just for fun, about 10 years ago a friend dragged me to her
psychic. According to her, it would be
the best thing for me. My son had just died
and she felt certain this psychic could ease my pain. As much as the psychic tried with the “I’m
seeing the letter L,” or “I’m sensing chaos in your aura,” I thought it was a
load of bullshit. My sister’s name
starts with an L (as does my grandmother’s name and the name of our first pet) and
of course she’d sense the chaos – why else would anyone stoop so low as to
consult a psychic? She saw my wedding
ring and said something about discord with my spouse. Well, my spouse and I have never so much as
had a fight in 31 years – opps, wrong again.
On an unrelated note . . . BARGAIN HUNTING will be released
tomorrow! Don’t forget to buy it, download
it or however you like your books delivered.
You can read an excerpt on my website
Happy trick or treating!
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