Uncategorized I Cloaked Myself in Anger I stood on the northern shore, facing into the breeze that swept across the lake, and looked for the place…
Uncategorized “Pull up a Chair…” “Hi, everybody, and a very pleasant good evening to you, wherever you may be.” And so began a ritual that…
Uncategorized My Big Toe The “little piggies,” digits at the front end of my feet, go unnoticed aside from nail trimming, washing and drying.…
Uncategorized Therapy is Like Having Braces “Therapy is like having braces,” Joey began as he gazed longingly at Bridget, “uncomfortable and embarrassing, but you get straightened…