Her marriage is stifling, her husband an unfeeling clod. He is as insensitive to her needs as he is oblivious to her desires. In the months since they have been physically intimate, she feels herself growing ever more distant from the man whom she refers to as “that feckless boob.”
There’s this wooded area behind the park down the street from our house. A couple of years ago, my 14 year-old daughter wanted to play there with her friends. Is she crazy? Anything could happen: There could be a beer bottle in the woods there. You never know. The beer
No list of “The Greatest Movies of All Time” is complete without including Orson Wells’s 1940 tour de force, “Citizen Kane.” The following dialog seems to predict conversations in my office 71 years after the film was produced: KANE As far as you’re concerned, Susan, I’ve never wanted anything –
Does your daughter know how to change the oil in her car? Does your son know how to speak another language? We spend time focusing on the academic profiles of our kids. My daughter has an ‘A’ in Algebra II; my son is in the top ten percent of his
The Andirez family came to see me, concerned about their 15 year-old son, Ricky. Did he need a placement in wilderness therapy for his drinking and substance abuse? Did he need a therapeutic boarding school to address his anger management issues and oppositional behavior? “He refuses to do homework,” Mrs.
I asked a buddy of mine recently if he would join me in making a donation at the blood bank. He responded emphatically in the negative: “Why would you make a contribution to a corporation?” He began. “You’re supporting a CEO who wastes money left and right. The head of
Deborah, a gifted attorney, effortlessly writes brilliant, air tight, appellate briefs. But ask her to speak in front of people in or out of the courtroom and she’s so nervous that she can’t sleep for days beforehand and wants to take Valium. Anthony, a surgeon, was picked last for team
Which of the following responses seems more likely? 1) “OK, mom. I’ll turn off ‘Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Blood, Blood, Blood, Kill, Kill, Kill.’ Gosh, have I been playing for 20 minutes already? I want to practice my bassoon then I want to get ahead on my school work for next
Did my column two weeks ago about baseball put off some readers? Yes. A dear friend, whom I’ve known my whole life, wrote: “Ya lost me at the topic.” That’s about as far from “You had me at ‘hello’” as it gets. What could be worse? Another dear friend, brought
Sam and Susie meet every day at noon at their brightly lit, air conditioned gym. While walking on adjacent treadmills, they pass a bottle of designer water back and forth, chatting amicably about their families or events of the day. Sometimes they’ll watch a favorite show on one of the
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