As The Id Goes Marching On

Many moons ago, in the quiet, or not so, depending on how old you were and if you had to do directly with the war or not, times of peace, love, and all that, we were busily exploring our souls. God and Nietsche, Religion and psychotherapy. And here, a tip of the hat to all … Continue reading As The Id Goes Marching On

Every Little Step-Counter Counts

I've been wearing a step-counter, sent to me years ago by my father, a health worrier from way back, since I stopped doing judo, and pulled my back out reaching for a book on the floor. Not that I don't walk a lot. I'm married to a German- the nation that thinks cars either: should … Continue reading Every Little Step-Counter Counts