Out of Africa

Out of Africa

I once had a friend named Robin. She was svelte and statuesque. Her oval face was framed by pixie cut auburn hair. Her softball pitch was clocked at over 90 mph. She excelled as much in business as she did in sports. Men and women liked her because, despite her good...
Friend or Foe or Backfriend

Friend or Foe or Backfriend

This message arrived via email, from one of the several word nerd services to which I subscribe. I don’t mind these emails among the congestion of junk and such. What I deplore are the donation pleas from members from both political parties and the expensive...
Life as a Miracle: Sista Suzi

Life as a Miracle: Sista Suzi

What does one say in the face of full charm, a woman met serendipitously after she and one of my clients casually flirted when he trotted past her office window alongside his mom. To-and-from his therapy sessions with me. The woman in the photo is me, working the...
Life as a Miracle: It’s a Mad World

Life as a Miracle: It’s a Mad World

Today is Halloween. It’s a spooky and magical night. Costume ready? Pillowcase pulled from the linen closet to hold your haul? Ready to watch the Great Pumpkin, the ritual cartoon from the Peanuts gang? Or are you more the Starbucks’ Pumpkin Latte type? I...
The Tall Poppy Syndrome

The Tall Poppy Syndrome

We’ve just returned from lands Down Under, where I’ve learned an apropos phrase: the Tall Poppy Syndrome. It’s applied to me nearly all my life. In one incident after another, for better or worse, mostly worst. I am more sensitive than people care to...