As a little girl, I'll never forget how magical it felt to drive a few hours south to LA to visit my Aunt T. I knew she was rich, but I had to learn the hard way just how she earned her money. We rarely made the trip south to visit her place. She came …
Several years ago I began having what I can only describe as strange daytime visits and vivid, nighttime dreams about my grandpa who had died when I was a little girl. During the day I would sense his presence, hear Irish music playing over and over in my head and more than once the smell …
