About Sophy

I live in Northampton, MA. My favorite flower is a peony. I’ve had the perfect dog, Puck, the perfect cat, Alba, and now the perfect horse, Spring.

I think if I had named at twenty everything I wanted in life — I would have short-changed myself. I’ve been given so much more.

​All I do is write. I knew I was a writer when I failed my 5th grade English exam. The first question was “Finish this paragraph,” and two blue books and 45 minutes later I was still writing. Fortunately my teacher let me repeat the exam (minus question one), laughing that I would surely be a writer.

​Once an angel saved my life (actually more than once, but that time was dramatic). I wrote about it in A Book of Angels, and I shall never forget the ravishment of that moment: the SKY! the colors! the way my heart leapt out of my body: HOME! it cried, together with the irrelevant thought: “It doesn’t matter if I die!” (We don’t, you see.) And I will never forget his eyes — black pools of love. I have spent a lifetime writing of what I’ve been shown.

Seeing Angels. Seeing Truth. Seeing into the Spiritual Dimension. I am a Reiki master. I give intuitive or psychic readings and work also as a Medium (between the worlds). But these gifts came late in life.

What a life! What a world!

Did I mention pain, tears, divorce, wrenching sorrows, loneliness? I’ve been famous, and I’ve been unknown. The latter is best. Now I paint. I teach, laugh, play, pray, learn. I ride my horse and spend my time now adoring this pretty and sorrowful world and the wonderful beings in it..

Mostly all I want to do is look. The earth — trees, grass, animals, people — you, everything — is shining with light. Do you see it? You are enveloped in light.