The year was 1983 ... The place ... Brooklyn

With the many hats I've worn in the work force ... after my divorce from Ralph, I decided, as many moms do, to work as a real estate salesperson, due to the hours and potential to make good money in those days. I quickly got my real estate license and set out to see what it was all about - visions of money floating through my head.

Little did I know, I don't have the 'sales gene' and could never talk anybody into buying or renting something that was wrong for them. I could more or less 'see' that their future in the house was a mistake.

Two months later ... alas I sold nothing, rented one apartment, quit the job, and went back to teaching and working as a therapist on the road to what I do today.

Ralph was the best salesperson I ever met, that gene passed down to our daughter Nikki, who uses her psychic abilities along with it. She got the best of both parents.