When I was in fourth grade, the parish priest asked me if I’d ever abused myself. Abused myself? Why on earth would I do such a thing? And how would I go about it? Hot stove? Hammer? Sewing needle? No, I told him, I had never abused myself. A funny story, I’ve thought. The sexless […]
The 45-minute walk from my front door to the Coffee Underground has yet to get old. This time of year especially, with morning temperatures in the 40s and flowers beginning to bloom, I marvel at the care Greenville lavishes on its Main Street corridor. True, the public art leaves something to be desired, but the […]
An old clinical social worker friend came to mind this afternoon. I miss her knack for defusing awkward social situations with tongue-in-cheek psychiatric advice. I miss her irreverence. If she’d been around me today and yesterday, I think she’d have said something along the lines of “Looks like Mr. B could use a few doggy […]
