love can never die

My man, his mother is a dream, a memory, so real to him, and yet so mysterious.  He talks about her as if he remembers her well, and then one day with tears in his eyes, he finally tells me he doesn’t know her.  Even so, over time and one-by-one he has shared intimate things about his 7 years with her.  The […]

bare-naked pushers

Last weekend I spent a few hours at a Korean spa near Seattle with Shannon, one of my best friends from childhood, who was visiting for the weekend.   Women (no men allowed!) pay an entrance fee to lounge in pools of water of varying temperatures, and to hang out in small rooms which contain certain minerals or substances said to […]