Elderly Woman Still Lugging Her Hoo-Ha Around With Her

NEW YORK — There’s no mistaking the elfin figure in the size-4, blue suede mocs who answers the door to apartment 10-O. This despite the fact that her hair, only recently lifted from the pillow, is uncharacteristically swept up like a kewpie doll’s caught in a tornado. Or that, standing 4 foot 7, she might easily be overlooked by a visitor drawn to the panoramic view of the Hudson River that fills the living-room window. But there will never be any confusing — and most definitely, no ignoring — that voice. “Good!” Ruth Westheimer declares by way of a greeting in the singular guttural trill once described as equal parts Grandma and Freud. “You don’t have a photographer, so I don’t comb my hair!” As the celebrated sex therapist nears her 84th birthday this week, the voice has aged but certainly not mellowed, so that it now sounds even more the way you imagine the father of psychoanalysis would if he were alive, female and insisting you try a piece of chocolate rugelach in upper Manhattan’s Washington Heights. (read more at LewistonSunJournal)

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