I’ve had a connection to spirit for as long as I can remember.

As a child, I often sensed things others didn’t — a presence in the room, a sudden knowing, or a deep feeling that couldn’t be explained. One of my earliest and clearest memories is seeing the spirit of my godmother after she passed. She appeared in the window, smiling gently at me. I felt no fear — only joy. I believe she came to say goodbye.

At the time, I didn’t think of these experiences as unusual. It all felt natural. But years later, a conversation with my daughter changed everything. I happened to mention that I sometimes see people — translucent figures — in the background. She stopped me and said, “Mom, that’s not normal. Most people don’t see spirits.” That moment shifted my perspective. It made me realize that what had always felt ordinary to me was something special.

Over time, I began to notice how often these moments happened — even in the middle of everyday life. Years ago, I used to take the train to work. When the train stopped at each station, I’d see crowds of people waiting to board… but I often noticed that a few of the familiar translucent figures stayed behind, watching quietly. One morning, I spotted a translucent woman in a French twist and 1960s-style dress standing silently in the aisle beside a man reading his newspaper. She looked dressed for a semi-formal occasion, and she never took her eyes off him. I felt sure she was connected to him — maybe someone he had loved and lost. I was tempted to say something, but I didn’t. I wasn’t sure how he’d react to a stranger telling him there was a ghost watching him! To this day, I still wonder if I should have told him. I wish I had found a way to share it gently. Sometimes those moments come and go, and I’m left wishing I had spoken up — not for myself, but for them.

Another time, I saw a man standing quietly behind a coworker as she worked at her desk. He looked to be in his thirties and seemed deeply concerned about her. The woman and I weren’t close — just coworkers — but the feeling was strong enough that I decided to speak. I asked if she believed in spirits. She asked why, and I carefully told her what I had seen. When I described the man — his age, his appearance, the way he was dressed — she asked me for his name. I didn’t know. She said, “I’d have to have a name.”

About two weeks later, I was at home vacuuming and remembering the vision I had when the name “Joe” popped into my mind. I trusted it. That Monday, I told her the name I’d received. Her mouth fell open. Then she told me the story of her brother Joe, who had died by suicide. She had carried guilt, wondering if she could have prevented it. I shared what I sensed — that Joe was at peace, and that she was not meant to carry that burden. She cried and told me how relieved she was to know he was still around — and at peace.

These experiences helped me understand that spirit communication has always been a part of my life — quiet, natural, and deeply meaningful.

Now, I offer sessions to support others who are open to reconnecting with loved ones who have passed. My sessions are not about prediction or performance — they are gentle, respectful spaces for spirit to come through in whatever way they choose. Sometimes it’s a word, an image, or a feeling. Other times, a fuller message unfolds. I don’t force it, and I can’t promise who will come through — but I always show up with sincerity, integrity, and care.

If you feel drawn to connect, I invite you to reach out. I’d be honored to sit with you in a session and see what spirit has to share.