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…
today
Today is the last day of National Poetry Month 2021 in Canada. Today this poem wrote itself to light and hope through snow, tears and fears. Merci Johanne Ravenda pour…
deal yourself a new hand
One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself to get…