IT’S CALLED “MANIFESTING”
A couple of years after my husband Fred’s death, I thought, “Well…okay. I’m here by my lonesome….it’s getting boring! Maybe I can try finding someone to hang with.” A friend of mine was reading one of those New Age books about “manifesting.” She said I had to list all the qualities of My Perfect Guy. Then I was supposed to ask the Universe to send me one. I thought, “Shoots! I can do that!”
