A Touchy Subject

Today I watched a teenage boy squirm when he was required to kiss an adult relative, and it got me thinking about why we subject ourselves (and our children) to such displays of fake affection. We learn about touching from our mothers (and fathers, too.)  Most mammals enjoyed touching and being touched (although there are individuals that don’t due to physical, mental, or emotional constraints).  Children crave it, and so do adults (unless they’re learned to shut out the need as a self-defense mechanism.) Even marine mammals pat, nudge, nip and caress their friends, family, and potential mates. (And it’s … Continue reading

The Lonely Femme Fatale

When the doorbell rings, my eccentric (and stunning) housemate Phoenix rushes to the window to peek out.  Inside that large brain of hers, nefarious thoughts form.  If the person with a finger on the button is male and wearing a necktie, he’s in for a surprise.  She bounces around, bubbling with anticipation as she waits for me to open the heavy door. Although she is an excellent student (in grammar, of all things) and an exceptional swimmer, she lives for practical jokes, and an attractive, well-dressed guy at the front door is an irresistible mark.  I glance at her and … Continue reading