Who Will Heal Our Sorrows?
I’m waiting for a package in the mail. It’s a batch of fancy body lotion -- a gift to myself. Sure, I could use grocery store lotion or even Vaseline in a jar. (Some of you know what I mean.) But during a recent stay at a city hotel, the courtesy kit on the sink included a creamy smell-good lotion. So back at home, I ordered some, and I’m excited for it to arrive. It’s the soothing factor -- isn’t that what we so desire? When life turns hard, we need comfort. Thus, the smell-good lotion is on its way. I long to slather it on and feel pampered -- wrap myself in a terry robe, curl up on the ...
