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…
war zones
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….
battle stations
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…
best friends
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…
nothing at all
I write with a friend twice a week in winter. Sometimes I write chapters for the book I’ve been working on for years and that may never be finished….
retribution
I have been wronged. It wasn’t my fault. I have been preyed upon and abused. Also not my fault. I have been wronged, preyed upon and abused because I…
good girls
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…
the bell on my bike
Little things (good and bad), have big impacts on me. I’m not sure why, but they do. A couple of months ago, I bought a motorcycle. A small, manageable-for-me motorcycle….
for jackie and all the others
Someone asked this question in one of the Facebook support groups I’m in: “Can [narcissists] actually move on and be happy and change with someone new?” Two days later, 269…
the days my daddy died
My father was a handsome, intelligent, charming and troubled man. I didn’t know he was a covert narcissist until I began writing Betrayed: Inside a Pathological Love Relationship in early…