Neil Kramer explores friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
He lives in NYC. He can be contacted at neilochka on yahoo.
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Tag Archives: therapy
I’ve been feeling a little depressed lately, so last week, I decided to go see a therapist. I read about a new therapy office that recently opened, and it was getting a lot of publicity, so I decided to take … Continue reading
When you walk into a room — a party, a new office, an interview, a meeting, a dinner with friends — do you tend to (the majority of times): 1) feel “better” than the others (I’m smarter, saner, better-looking, richer, … Continue reading
(actual magazines from therapist’s waiting room!) Last night, I went with Sophia to her therapist. It was the first time EVER that we sat in the same room with one therapist. (this part deleted) After the session, I thought I … Continue reading
According to my last post, my view of myself is slightly different than your view of Neilochka. I would probably pick these three as my main “characteristics” – 1) Imaginative, head-in-the-clouds guy who can never find his own keys … Continue reading
This post is more for me than you. I’m still playing around with that idea of my “brand.” Here is a list of seventeen descriptions of Neilochka, this blog’s writer. Could you do me a favor and pick the three … Continue reading
My problem started when I was eleven years old. Our Hebrew school had a decent basketball team and we made it to the New York State Hebrew School championship in Albany. As a fundraising stunt, we were supposed to sell boxes … Continue reading
I was dependent on women from an early age. This print has been hanging over our TV for decades. I used to stare at this women for hours. Since it was painted by Marc Chagall, I assume that this woman is … Continue reading
I apologize about the last two self-indulgent posts. But I like them. You have to remember, before I met Sophia, I was just some dorky guy who collected international postage stamps. Sophia taught me not to wear white socks with … Continue reading