Category Archives: Community Stories

Massage Me, Massage My Dog

 Dogs love me, and I love dogs. Cats love me, and I love them too. When this massage therapist does house calls, I suddenly find myself surrounded by four-legged fans.             I didn’t mean to, but I have managed to train all of my house clients’ domesticated beasties to expect a mini-massage when I get […]

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Just Lucky, I Guess

                         Sometimes during a massage a client will ask me how I got into the business of doing massages. I don’t really like to take that question seriously. I have a serious answer, but I don’t like to share it. I’d rather say that it just happened that I noticed one day that I had […]

Massage School Memories

 Going to massage school, this massage therapist learned a lot about dealing with “tense” situations and people. The other day my local association asked for some massage schools memories and it made me laugh. Warm Fuzzy? More like shrieking students levitating on the practice tables.  My first scream came during the first class. We were […]

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Moving Grumbles and Sage Advice

This massage therapist thinks she is organized. She thinks she has a good grip on where things are and handy when needed. Ho, Ho, Ho, delusional again.  Moving is a drag under the best circumstances. This circumstance was a Wednesday. I had clients on the book. Ho, Ho, Ho. Mistake again. When we got to […]

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Adventures in Super-Mobile Massage

Nothing makes fear quake in many massage therapists than the entrance of the super, hyper-mobile client. I too, have experienced the fear, the trepidation and the surprise.           For the record, in Gumby folk symptoms of troubles are completely different than my true forte, people as stuck as me. What I would normally assess test […]

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The Waiting Room

          This week I spent a lot of time sitting on some uncomfortable vinyl chairs on the surgical waiting room at St. Joseph’s Hospital. I have been there before, waiting on friends or family and often working on medical articles for the local paper.           I thought I knew my way around, but hospitals change […]