Massaging the person who shows up
Staring into my plate of half-eaten breakfast, I wondered if I had the strength for what came next. Last time, I sweated, whined and writhed in discomfort as my Thai Massage Therapist sank his forearms into my anterior lower leg, which rested securely in his lap. “Can I go deeper?” he asked. “A little,” I … Continue reading Massaging the person who shows up
