“Normal doesn’t exist.”
I glanced at my girlfriend, who was staring defiantly at me, as if aware that she had just shattered my fondest illusion. She was well into her sixties, as was I, and a professional. I assumed she would have learned about “normal” earlier in life. Continue reading →

Maybe it was because the sauna had opened late that day. The sauna attendant could have been a little tense, irritable, not himself. Or perhaps it just took too long to explain the rules of the sauna, especially to someone so blithe about violating them. Continue reading →