[Wondergirl]

"interpreted" things through dance.

She would have loved doing family systems therapy. Family relationships are thought of as a dance.

My younger son has a bachelor's in English-Creative Writing and got two Master's in business admin and project management. The mixes and matches that lead into a master's are incredibly interesting.

I'm wondering if Juicy's friendship hinders him/her in counseling this friend or other friends.

[JudyKayTee]

She would have loved doing family systems therapy. Family relationships are thought of as a dance.

My younger son has a bachelor's in English-Creative Writing and got two Master's in business admin and project management. The mixes and matches that lead into a master's are incredibly interesting.

I'm wondering if Juicy's friendship hinders him/her in counseling this friend or other friends.

Wow - my nephew has 2 bachelor's and 2 masters and a PhD (he's a college professor in Wisconsin) in Political Science or some such thing. English - creative writing. I would have loved that.

Maybe family therapy encourages family dance - my stepdaughter's interpretive dance about Passover pretty much made my husband choke on his brisket. After she left to go back to California (with all due respect to other people living in California) I appeared in the kitchen one night for dinner where Ken sat with his glass of wine and the table set (I can't believe I'm sharing this) with MY hair in a ponytail, black tights, BUNNY bedroom slippers, HIS sweatshirt (I'm 5'4", Ken was 6"2", I was 105#, Ken was tipping 300# at that time) and did an interpretive dance concerning the meal - which was chicken. I thought I did an excellent portrayal of the chicken being hatched, pecking around the farm yard, being euthanized (I was torn between head chopping and strangulation so I did both), being plucked, shipped to the supermarket, purchased and cooked.

Andi Dandi Pandi Wandi (from my blog) actually sat in his lap - I think I scared her half to death and my dog, my GSD, only wanted the slippers. She did eventually manage to steal and destroy them, but anyway -

It was a very lengthy dance, and by the end of it Ken was clutching his chest and howling with laughter (this serious, college professor, "I can't believe I married this free spirit" guy). We talked about that so many times, including the last time he was in the hospital. He said he never saw anything like that in his life - and he was probably right.

I trust my stepdaughter isn't reading this because she takes herself VERY seriously.

Would that qualify me for grad school?

[Wondergirl]

I'm speechless. Check back later after I get up off the floor.

A bit of whimsy is always a good thing for a counselor to have.