Some of my favorite thought journeys have occurred after a glass or two of champagne or light, bubbly wine. This time, I was lucky enough to be reading my palm to predict my life, and I think I'm psychic now.

I grew up in Catholic school, and it was a determining factor in who I am today and how I process the world around me. As my very dear, Catholic mother says, "It's Catholics like those that give the rest a bad rap."