A few days before I was scheduled to lead a continuing education workshop on Indian Head Massage, a massage therapist contacted me and wanted to see a video of the technique. I explained that I did not have a video. I thought about it. “Wait a minute! I have a workshop coming up, so why…
Excitement filled me to the brim as I peered at the long rectangle box – a mystical surprise awaiting my little nine-year-old self. My dad struggled as he pulled the box out of the car. I wondered what would hit the driveway first, the box or him. He had a look about him when our…
“Once upon a time, there was a squirrel…” Drifting off to sleep to the sound of crickets while my dad whispered a bedtime story. My bed laid next to a large window with its sash opened wide, hearing nature saying goodnight while a gentle breeze covered me like a nestling blanket. The suburban house where…
