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April 3, 2007
"I'm grateful I don't have webbed feet," says Allison. Her struggle to pull off her scuffed-up boot, despite my suggestion/plea to refrain, is rewarded: both boot and holey-toed sock are freed from her foot.

Day One of my patients' "gratitude" exercise, and already I know I'm in for some treats.

"See?" She wiggles five of the ugliest toes I've ever witnessed, attached to one of the puffiest, flattest feet ever.

"I'm grateful all my toes are not the same size and shape and that I have an actual arch," I want to say in response. "I'm also grateful for soap."