Commentary: Through a psychic, my mother told me to quit smoking. Or did she?
I quit smoking on Aug. 2, 1988.
My dead mother convinced me it was time.
I had been assigned a piece by the now defunct California Magazine that involved interviewing a self-proclaimed psychic to the stars about where she vacationed. The editor's assistant, a poised, effective and cheerful woman named Sharon, set up the interview.
When I reached the psychic by phone for the interview, she was friendly and talkative. She didn't really have the time or money to take vacations, she said, but sometimes she drove to a friend's cabin in Mammoth for a few days.
