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A good friend of mine is leaving the country, going home, and she might never come back. She isn't leaving because she fears deportation, rather, she hasn't seen her mother in many years. The older woman is getting on, is in her nineties.  The younger begs her friends to understand: "I have to see my Mommy. If not now, when?"  We know what she means. The littlest things can make you think about parents when they're no longer with you, when you can't just call or visit anymore. FD and I used to have a tradition, inspired in part by my mother. In December she would give me money in a birthday card (out of her social security), and I was to take FD to the opera. Mom, a  Dancing With the Stars person, knew we loved the Lyric, but in those days it was cost-prohibitive; we didn't go very often. The idea, to get us out of our  work-til-you-drop rut, was a good one. The subtext, maybe, think of your mother while you marvel at the theater, the people, the product...

The title of the film is really  A League of Their Own . But watching it, many of us want to be a part of the sisterhood. It is my job to encourage aspiration and fantasy, feel-good processes. But before we begin, to the Anonymous reader who commented on the Viagra post   (that last one) about the reaction of a patient to a religious symbol, a cross he wore to work, sorry I missed that!  Just read it and replied in the comments section. The Story : Tom Hanks, Geena Davis in A League of Their Own I thought I knew men. After all, 60% of my practice is men, and I have a brother, once had two. One father.  I married a male. Every dog we sheltered and loved was a male, counting three plus a relatively new male granddog, so make that four. But what really had me assuming I understood men was my belief that as your everyday, nonthreatening, female therapist, males of all ages, not merely canine males, but humans, have shown me their soft side, the vulnerable side. It is e...