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The short story
Years ago, my friend Marge and I would have lunch. We talked for hours about our dreams, visions, meditations, and the psychic and mediumistic phenomenon that we experienced. I called her my mentor because she dared to believe in herself, and I longed for the same self-trust. 

To honor that longing, I made one decision. I chose to take my lunch break outside. I chose to stop donating my precious time to corporate overlords. That was the tipping point. I stepped into the sun on a busy midtown day, and in surround sound, I was greeted with birdsong. They welcomed me back to myself.  I have never stopped thanking them. 

The long story
In 1997, I moved to a cute studio in Brooklyn. I was a runner and would circle the neighborhood of Clinton Hill, which took me past an incredibly charming little yellow house.

Over time, my apartment became less cute, which sparked my search for a new space. In this pre-internet era, jobs and apartments were found in the Village Voice, NYC’s free weekly paper. I waited near the paper’s headquarters for the trucks carrying the still warm paper to arrive. When I found the perfect listing, I raced to a pay phone and made an appointment to see it. On arrival, I was stunned – it was the little yellow house. Its owner, Margaret Othrow, became my landlord, psychic mentor, and Fairy Godmother to my family.

In 2013, I focused on developing my psychic medium abilities. Excited for me, Marge gave me a pleasant shock. In the 1980’s she befriended a Pratt painting professor, Walter Steinhilber. He had grown up in Brooklyn in the early 20th century and had passed the yellow house often. He described a placard on the house advertising seances and psychic readings. His memory of this was so potent that he memorialized it in a painting [pictured here], which he gifted Marge, and in turn, she gifted me. 

Before Marge owned the house, the previous owner was a fortune teller. She told a neighbor that God had told her to “Move to California!”. So she put the house on the market, and that’s how Marge came into ownership in the 60s. Much later, Marge decided to leave her home to me after her departure. This turn will make me the 4th generation of psychic mediums to own the bewitching little yellow house.

Finally, I grew up in New Jersey and have been playing with nature spirits for as long as I can remember. Now, NYC is my home, where I’m a single mom to three amazing kids. I commune with my garden, the birds & bees, and rescue a cat or two (or ten). I'm also an illustrator and created Rainbobo, talismans designed to supercharge your path and encourage your dreams and aspirations.