What The World Is Coming To

What The World Is Coming To

As I gathered together my grocery store purchases (void of any hints of buy-one-get-one-free), the 16-year-old cashier girl began scanning the selections of the customer behind me, a woman in her mid-forties.

Cashier girl held something up in the air with both arms. “May I ask what this is?” she said.

“Squash,” said the woman. “An acorn squash.”

“Oh,” said the girl. “I thought it was some kind of onion melon.”…

Therapy

Therapy

Last night I did something that I hadn’t done in at least seven years.

I combed my hair.

The pressure of the soft bristles on my scalp surprised me. I’d forgotten how soothing something as simple as hair-combing can be. And, even on the second and seventh combs, it lost none of its sensual pleasure.

I aspire to do it more often.

The key, of course, is having hair that is long …