The Twilight Years

She sat quietly in her wing chair, lost in thought .  Hearing my knock and spying me standing in the doorframe, she sighed.  “You might as well come in, but I have nothing to say.” “That’s what you tell me every week, and then you talk my ear off!” I teased her. She smiled.  “That’s … Read more

Good Rapport

“Well,” I said to Wanda, standing up at the end of our session, “I’ll see you next week, Love.” “Okay, Honey,” she replied. I laughed. “What’s so funny?” she asked. “I called you ‘Love’ and you called me ‘Honey.’” She laughed. I walked out of the room smiling.