Tag: Husband

  • Brazilian Waxing

    Namaste I got a text message from a Therapist stating that she has gotten a new client who has had a stroke and is suffering from severe pain whenever movement is required. She wanted to know if I had any suggestions to share. I started responding: You should brush him… Then I stopped, remembering that…

  • Athletic Blues

    Namaste At the end of the football game neither side scored. It was just an evening sweat and I sat watching not understanding most of it. I was invited to the game by the Coach of Team A. Having never met the Coach before, I simply walked across the field to a man who sat…

  • Outcall Massage

    Namaste I was toying with the idea of doing a script for the theatre after my recent sit-in to the reading of Tony’s play and wonder which of my experiences I should ‘prolong’ to facilitate this.  Then I to reviewed some of my writings and found this one (the first of two articles on the…

  • Blooming Bosom

    Namaste I am back on the job with my Muslim friend.  Treatments were aborted because he was not satisfied with the pace at which he was recovering.  We often forget, or prefer not to appreciate, that the roots of our physical issues are not fundamentally physical and that healing has to take place at that other…

  • Mr. Natty

    Namaste I was preparing to go and visit an old friend on Sunday afternoon when Sandra, a Massage Therapist from Tobago, sent me a text message. Her text asked whether I knew that Nathaniel (aka Mr. Natty) of Lambeau had died on Saturday (April 13). My stomach lurched. I immediately went into denial. Nathaniel showed…

  • Inappropriate Touching

    Namaste I sat astride a poof doing massage on the leg of one of my elderly friends. Her heel was resting on the poof and her dress drawn up over her knee. When I had arrived earlier, she was lounging in her chair and eagerly got up and came to the gate to greet me.…

  • Infant Massage and Postnatal Depression

    During the months that I played babysitter for the circumcised baby, his mother was allowed supervised visits to breastfeed him in the evenings when she got home from work. It was a bit awkward at first. Baring her breast to feed her infant seemed the equivalent of her getting naked and I was terribly embarrassed…