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…
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…
This is a challenging time for just about everyone I know, including myself. Both the whole big world, and my own smaller world, seem to have been turned inside…
This poem is for the people who love me, see me, support me, stick with me no matter what, and who are relentless in not allowing me to give…
I was a public speaking coach for about ten years. In my workshops and coaching sessions, I encouraged people who were afraid of public speaking to “feel the fear and…
Painful and unhelpful patterns in love, relationships and marriage are repeated from one generation to the next. I know this is true because I have seen it in my own…
Self awareness is a lifelong journey, and I constantly learn new things about me. I also relearn stuff I already knew. Life, being a relentless task master, sends me reminders…
After composing this poem on being helpful, I explored some inspirational material I had posted years ago on my other two sites AmazingWomenRock.com and SheQuotes.com. While I meandered, I found…