Category Archives: Tropp, Girija

Theatre

by Girija Tropp

I’d got into bed, and was thinking that I should have had some magnesium to sleep better and that it was supposed to be healthy to take a break from work, when the phone rang. I knew it was for me and the person was far away. My husband was chatting to whoever. I was angry with him but in a soft resigned manner. He’d said earlier that one of my employees, a twenty something Malaysian girl, had sent him another convoluted message. He said he’d apologized but nothing was working. He was open to coaching. What? I said, you planning on making me your psychotherapist? (more…)