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Someone who is high on the narcissism spectrum may feel so small and damaged inside that they build a protective self to feel safe. But a narcissistic protective self behaves…
Someone who is high on the narcissism spectrum may feel so small and damaged inside that they build a protective self to feel safe. But a narcissistic protective self behaves…
I don’t like labelling people; the title of this poem is for convenience. To have been accurate, it should have been entitled “dear person who is high on the narcissism…
I never dreamed I would find myself in an emotionally abusive relationship, especially not at the wise “old” age of sixty-four. I have been a feminist most of my…
There’s a heat warning in Southern Ontario today, just as there was yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. The temperature outside is 36 C, with humidex…
There was a time when I’d never heard any of the tunes or artists below. Then I fell in love with each in turn as someone seduced me with them…
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…
Sometimes something drops into my life that fits so perfectly it takes my breath away – like a blow to the chest. This tune is one of those somethings….
Being authentic is not without hazards. It often leads me to places I hadn’t planned on being — places I’d rather not be once I get there. But having been…
There was no one on the trail with me on this rainy morning. I propped my phone on a sign post and set the timer to capture me and…
This is another in my series of posts listing things I’m grateful for. More gratitude may be found here. I’m grateful for soaring, and for the fact that both…