Six months later, Johnny was long forgotten and Anne brought home Linda Goodman's Sun Signs, the sizzling bestseller that ignited the New Age and no wonder. It's beautifully written and so brutally true it's laugh-out-loud funny.

And what a huge relief to finally know it's only natural to be unruly me and not "more like your sweet little.." diabolical sister, born to cast me as the family scapegoat. Only natural to be her too, I guess. We am what we am.

"NOOO, MA! She's LYYYING!!!

So I clung to that book like a lifeline through 9th & 10th grade and read to anyone who indulged me, hundreds between school & the city buses alone.

The 1970s were a heady time, with astrology lectures just bus stops away and Anne & I hit them all. Then in 1974, NYC celeb astrologer Paul Guercio moved to our city, just up the road from Friendly's and we were two Friendly girls, looking for a little enlightenment.

So, as we poured Paul endless cups of black coffee, he confided his scheme
to burn the Cosmic Muffin and show Boston how a real stargazer spins the planets. Then he said these fateful words: "Do come to my classes, girls.
I'm just up the road and I bet you love floor pillows." Well duh.

So we sauntered down to 83 Sycamore to expand our minds in cozy comfort. Life was good. (apart from the usual slow-healing wounds of a tortured childhood)

If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, that was 7 years later...

A full Saturn cycle later, Paul & I were roomies. I booked his consultations and he (ahem) mentored me for four instructive years. Anne went off to make babies
and later I did, too. It's what Somerville townies do. Paul said so. I don't think it was a compliment.

And in our roomie days I saw his burnout after many consultations, when desperate seekers sucked him dry, and I knew it wasn't for me. Astrology is a guidance system, but why have a stranger guide you when you know yourself best? Just learn the basics. So I thought a how-to book might be up my alley. Bake a fish or teach a fish, right?

As my heart would have it, I fell hard for a triple Aries Mac Wizard with the absolutely perfect name, who taught me Quark and code or whatever. So I built a website and did (very) little writing as we raised our blended family.

And inspired by the Wizard and the tiny being in my belly, I conceived the BirthPrint and FutureGraph. Our fifth blessing arrived and life was heaven.

MEANWHILE...
It was the 90s and Paul was making political forecasts when a government physicist made an offer he couldn't refuse: "Work with my programmer to develop a forecasting graph." A few months later they had 'TimeTraks' and Paul and the physicist took it on the road for 20 years as The Merlin Project.

In 2016 Paul hired me to help answer a ton of inquiries after the TimeTraks predicted what no one else had, a Trump-Sanders face-off. But free will had the final say and the progs got Berned (twice now). But not even the most ruthless will can overcome a losing TimeTrak.

In 2019 Paul died suddenly, before it was all the rage, after a devastating betrayal. But he left the world a little wiser and no one can take that from anyone.
The physicist departed with the TimeTraks and that was that.

Paul was my teacher, friend, mentor and tormentor, who shrewdly taught his students to 'keep it simple, stupid'. It makes astrology more accessible,
not less profound. Paul and his coattails are sorely missed.

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