I was massaging a client’s calf muscle when I felt something odd. At first, I thought my client had forgotten to remove a sock. It felt like skin, but the topography resembled the bottom of a sneaker. Working in the dark, I effleuraged the area, trying to understand what I was feeling, like a blind man reading braille in a foreign language. Despite my state of confusion, I finished the massage. My client thanked me for the work on her shoulders. “Yeah, they were really tig
One day, Oliver’s gums started to bleed. “it’s idiopathic,” said his dentist. “Are you sure this just came on suddenly?” Oliver managed a tearful nod, foreseeing a future with dentures and glasses of water on the nightstand. He endured a painful round of invasive under-the-teeth gum cleaning, and was handed a prescription for antibiotics and a powerful mouthwash. I called his clients at Flic Spa and apologetically informed them that Oliver could not come to work that day.
Valentine’s Day is this Sunday, which led me to thinking about love. Romance is definitely in the air, since both branches of Flic Spa have been sold out for Valentine’s Day weekend, for months now. I'm proud to say our spas have been venues for countless anniversary celebrations, date nights and even some marriage proposals. We are honored to be a part of our clients' love story. Speaking of which, the movie Love Story was two years old when our family moved to America.
My sister used to call our mother a logical positivist, which is a fancy term for supernatural skeptics. As kids, we would run screaming to her if we ever heard a bump in the middle of the night. “Ghosts,” she used to say, her voice dripping with contempt. “Baloney! Be afraid of the living.” At Flic Spa, clients and staff have shared many paranormal experiences with me. Some tales are hair raising and hardly relaxing, so I steer conversations towards topics that are mor