The first time I got a tarot reading was one of the most magical, special moments of my life up to that point. That’s what I seek to give to my clients when they sit down and bring their deepest questions: a time and space connected to spirit, my complete presence, loving advocacy, and truth-anchored, soul-affirming guidance through the cards.

I’ve been reading tarot for 13 years. And tarot reading was passed down through my lineage from my Italian American great-grandmother.

I also bring years of psychic work, spellwork, spirit work, occult study, energy healing, hypnosis, ghost removals, past life regressions, and hypnosis to my readings.

I care deeply about my clients and am an advocate for the wellness, thrival, and safety for all living beings on earth.

Back to the story of my first reading. I was about 12, and my friend’s mom had hired a reader for her birthday party. We were all in a tent in the backyard. It was dark out, around Halloween time, and she was giving readings inside a small tent that we all crammed into.

The reader actually spread the cards out and asked me to pick one. I pulled it and handed it to her. “Things are going to be hard,” she told me. She quickly reshuffled the deck. She spread them out and had me pull again. I pulled and turned it over. I had chosen the same card again. “Hard for a while,” she said.

I hadn’t told the reader what was going on in my life, or how challenging it was at that time. But I was filled with wonder that she (and I) had tapped into the deep, private reality of my life through the cards.