As a very small child, I thought nobody had grandparents. I have an early memory of a TV special about what I now know to be the mythical practice of senicide in Japan: an elderly woman carried to a desolate mountaintop in winter by her son, and left there to die. I...
The first time someone laid her Reiki hands on me was after a harsh breakup. (Feh! I know: they’re all harsh. This one was sudden, and though I knew I wasn’t in love with the person in question, that this wasn’t the relationship I wanted to be in...
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