2012.02.11
Acquaviva: A healthy, happy habit
Live, and be free with your hugs
By Donna Acquaviva
Acquaviva, a writer and teacher, lives in Roanoke.
Every time I’d see one of those bumper stickers that asked if I’d hugged someone (or something) that day, I wanted to throw a sticky bun at the car. I’m no prude, but I used to do my hugging in private and only with carefully selected people.
Then I noticed that public hugging was getting to be a real epidemic. I think it started in the ’60s with all that happy free love, continued on through the rocking ’70s with all those touchy-feely workshops and seminars like est and primal scream therapy, and it moved into the ’80s. I think because the Democrats needed a lot of hugging during that decade.
