When the petite brunette, soccer-mom type ushered me into her suburban kitchen, I felt slightly disappointed. She seemed so "normal." What had I expected? Someone New Age-y? Perhaps someone barefoot?
Just an hour earlier, my fiancé had asked if I could take his appointment with a medical intuitive, since he was stuck at work. "A what?" I asked. "Just go," he encouraged. "It's cool. She's like a health psychic." I accepted his offer not because I had any medical concerns but because I was curious. What the heck would she have to say to me? Newly engaged after being a single mom, I was feeling happy, healthy, and invincible.