What I’m about to tell you is a completely true story.
I haven’t made anything up or watered anything down; I’m giving you my memories just as they are.
When I was a kid, the dictionaries and big books around the house were stuffed with four-leaf clovers.
Superstition? Lucky charms? A collector’s obsession? Not at all.
Quite simply, my mother has an unusual gift.
Ever since she was a little girl, she’s seen what ordinary mortals can’t.