It was a balmy Sunday night at the Magnolia Bakery, and it seemed as if every New Yorker not home snuggling with their spouse in front of The Sopranos was part of the crowd spilling onto Bleecker Street. There were half-nibbled iced cupcakes in their hands and rapturous expressions on their faces. Some were enjoying Read More
HILLY: George has been really mad at me. Everything I do seems to frustrate him—even running water, apparently.
DR. SELMAN: How do we define “frustrate”?
HILLY: He’s trying to be as tolerant and patient as possible, but he lets it build up and all of a sudden he just … um … well, he gets Read More
DR. SELMAN: So what’s up?
HILLY: Nothing.
[ Silence.]
GEORGE: You say something first—I always feel guilty about starting off.
HILLY: George has been pretty depressed. He keeps slipping into catatonic states. But last weekend it was my birthday and he took me to D.C. It was really fun, but a bunch Read More
It was our fourth couple’s therapy session. Hilly and I weren’t so happy with the way the third one had gone …
DR. SELMAN: So what’s the latest?
GEORGE: I’ve decided that this time I’m not going to do all the talking, to let Hilly talk more.
HILLY: Uh-oh …. And we wanted to Read More
It was our fourth couple’s therapy session. Hilly and I weren’t so happy with the way the third one had gone …
DR. SELMAN: So what’s the latest?
GEORGE: I’ve decided that this time I’m not going to do all the talking, to let Hilly talk more.
HILLY: Uh-oh …. And Read More
It was a balmy Sunday night at the Magnolia Bakery, and it seemed as if every New Yorker not home snuggling with their spouse in front of The Sopranos was part of the crowd spilling onto Bleecker Street. There were half-nibbled iced cupcakes in their hands and rapturous expressions on their faces. Some were enjoying Read More
