In 1st grade, I got a zero on a math test. A ZERO. We were doing these things: 3 > 1 6<7 10>8 and I got every answer wrong. All 25 questions. Wrong. My teacher circled a big, red F at the top of the page and never readdressed it with me, which really, was …
The loudest I ever heard God was on a train. Alone in the open doorway of an empty railcar with my feet on the platform, waiting for the last train home. From a distance I must've looked sad. A thin girl with bright orange hair. Staring. Shivering. Smoking. My longtime ex-boyfriend and even-longertime ex-best-friend were five …
Time? 1991. I'm 13. Maybe 14. Driving across country with the fam. Sprawled on the backseat of our Dodge Caravan with my yellow Sony Walkman, listening to Billy Joel's Greatest Hits, staring at the dome light. Wishing I was tan. Pretty. Better at math. Hoping Virginia doesn't suck. Really, this was the extent of my concerns. But something was about …
Q: Hi Jennifer. How can someone, like that ghost you encountered from the 1700's, still be HERE? Why don't they find peace? Why are they stuck? --Christina, Houston That's the million dollar question, isn't it. (She's referring to THIS experience if you haven't yet read it.) My encounter suggests poor Jose's been stuck in some rocky, Mexican purgatory 300+ …
Q: Hi Jennifer, I've watched the show, "Long Island Medium" and believe that woman, Theresa, is the real deal. I've heard her often say, "so and so wants you to know they're at peace with our father in heaven." My question is: HOW can a soul be at peace and still be with us on Earth? After a …
Q: Hi Jennifer. My grandma died last year. We miss her a lot! My mom says she sometimes catches flashes of her, which I believe, but why can no one else see her? Sometimes I think I sense her, but I'm really not sure. When you experience a 'ghost' how can you tell it's not your imagination? --Emily; New Braunfels. Great question. …
One of my weirdest run-ins with the Other Side happened in London, 2000. I still don't know how to classify it. Nothing like it's happened since. What makes it super odd is that the SAME thing happened to my mom when she visited in early 2001. In the exact same spot. A whole year later. And I …
Last week, I sat on the chaise beneath my Beatle painting talking to my friend, Michelle. It was pretty late. We were both tired. I nursed a beer, her a glass of wine. Kids ran around screaming to our mutual irritation, while our husbands attempted to assemble furniture in the next room. I wouldn't've said …
Last Sunday evening, Christopher and I watched "The Road" on Netflix. It's not exactly a "feel-good" movie (like, at all), so when loving peace BURST, then spread through my chest cavity mid-film, I felt momentarily confused. This rare, beautiful feeling literally overtakes. It wholly consumes. And I looked slyly to Christopher, because I always wonder, …
I've dreaded this post, because I knew this entry had to be about Stephen. And I fear failing to convey what happened. How it felt. How it still feels. *** We stayed with my friend Angie before flying to London, Labor Day weekend. Not only was my family there, but her brother-in-law, Stephen, was there, …
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