I was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

I was adopted at birth and attended Catholic School.

My first “psychic experience” was when I told my mom that I really liked the way grandma looked in her coffin and that grandmother’s hands were cold.

My mother became angry because she thought I was lying. The thing is, I was in Victorville, California where grandma lived, 60 miles away from the wake and funeral in San Bernardino, California. My mom and my aunt purposely left my cousins and me with a sitter because they didn’t want to “expose” us to death.

Well, I was there anyway.!

When I described the surroundings at the funeral home and where everyone was sitting, she looked at me like I was from Mars! In 1958 people weren’t open to psychic phenomena.

Of course, when she found out I read cards she informed me cards were of the devil. A couple of years later, when she saw I hadn’t gone to the “dark side”, she’d come to me for readings!