i’ll be glad when christmas is over
I wrote the poem below in December 2017, a little over a year after my mom died. I have shared it again each December since, when so many people…
ever feel as if you don’t belong?
November 18, 2022: “Did you post that poem?” Christine asked me over Zoom today. “No,” I replied. “I’m still thinking about it.” I wrote ‘on the outside’ in early…
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…
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…
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 ripple effect
Today, once again, I find myself fascinated by the way things ripple and echo in and through my life. I am writing a memoir of my experiences of narcissism. In…
the scorpion, the swan and the phoenix
My life is often full of synchronicity and “coincidence” the meaning of which is sometimes glaringly obvious and other times not so much. I’m writing a memoir of sorts about…