getting to the other side
A real-life story from the autumn of 2016. *** The car headlights swept over a small body as I turned left into the unpaved cul-de-sac where I lived. A…
A real-life story from the autumn of 2016. *** The car headlights swept over a small body as I turned left into the unpaved cul-de-sac where I lived. A…
This painting by fine artist and FB friend Don Bruner captured my attention. The subject is the downtown Almonte, Ontario, Canada, the small community in which we both live….
We are becoming polarized, divided and disconnected to the point that we seem completely unable to hear each other. It’s sad. This poem is about that. battle stations by…
My mother’s room was at the end of the hall on the third floor of the nursing home. Her neighbour’s door was always open when I walked by. There…
I bought a motorcycle in late August 2021. I’m learning to ride it. It’s a bit of a rollercoaster, just like learning how to take care of my mom who…
I’m having a great ride. My best yet. Which says both a little and a lot I guess. A little in the sense that I’ve been riding for only eight…
When I squeezed into a parking spot at the post office the other week, I noticed an elderly woman beside me at the rear of her car. A hatchback. As…
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt asking us to imagine improbable “what if?”s. This poem is about that. what if? © 2020 punkie what if?…
People troll my sites, my posts, and my life in waves. Unbelievably, some of them think they have the right to judge me (and others) based on a few…
The impact of narcissistic abuse on survivors is profound, and potentially crippling. If the abuse began in childhood with a narcissistic parent or family system, the effects may last…