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Feb 12Liked by Ann Landi

Hi Ann-I had a laugh at this:

“You were a very pretty girl!” Dr. Heim exclaimed, with some surprise, leaving me to speculate just now bad I was looking then.

It’s what I think of as a backhanded compliment. When I started my current job 16 years ago, a colleague of mine looked me in the face and said, “Oh, you must have been very beautiful when you were young.”

Looking back now those 16 years with a lot more road traveled on this face I think, damn, I was still holding my own and looked damn good!

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Being a wall, as a silent witness might work if you had time to get to know the person. This was the first visit to this jerk. It was ridiculous.

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Feb 5Liked by Ann Landi

Yup another crazy shrink.

I love to roast my tomatoes too!

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As usual, hilarious , Ann.

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Feb 5Liked by Ann Landi

I laughed out loud at the shrink description. And I look forward to roasting some tomatoes!

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Feb 5Liked by Ann Landi

Delicious-not the shrink--the recipe. I also roast tomatoes just that way (with salt and garlic), mash them up, add a bit more oil, refrigerate, and use it as a savory spread for bread. Love your memoirs!

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Feb 5Liked by Ann Landi

What a story!!! So wonderful and so funny!

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Feb 5Liked by Ann Landi

Ann, "continued shrinkage" ? such a perfect "summary". You continue to be a seductive journalists if not a biographer. All so very entertaining, believable . and may I say, familiar.

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Feb 5Liked by Ann Landi

GREAT sauce recipe! And wouldn’t you like to make the sauce and pour it over Dr Heim’s head?

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love this recipe! and your hysterically funny accounts of therapy.

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Dr. Heim: one of the great assholes of a profession that is full of assholes. I have had many therapists some where good some were woefully unqualified. Once, on ninth Street in the village, the ground floor of brownstone, I was in a session with a doctor, whose name I don’t recall and my daughter. The doctor never spoke a word. He sat there and his leather arm chair, while my daughter and I had a dialogue. His reaction was blank. I accused him of being a house plant.

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