A Mud Bath, Followed With An Insult
A few months into my job at the Pfister I learned something very interesting: If you want, the spa will give you a bowl of clay to go with a hot steam shower. Yes, with this spa offering, you can temporarily remake yourself as an exquisite porcine figure, steamed on a spit, enjoying the mud bath […]
Whispering, 1925
My term as Pfister narrator is almost up, so yesterday I finally booked a room. My best friend Jessie drove in from Ann Arbor for the occasion. Jessie promptly plopped on the plush puff bed as soon as we had entered and perused our room, #332. She then jumped to action and made us a to-do list. We […]
Talking art, storytelling and friendship
They weren’t sure if they wanted to talk to me and I don’t blame them. Their lives are busy and consequently they get to spend so little time together. And they don’t know me. But slowly, carefully, Muriel and Susan opened up to me. We talked about art, but mostly, about friendship. And like all […]