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…
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….
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…
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…
A friend posted the video below on FB and tagged me. It’s an amusing modern-day version of the myth I reflect on here. Narcissists have caused me a whole lot…
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…
We all long to be free in our own way. To see a world of possibility stretching out before us like an open road. This poem is about that. It…
The problem with overvaluing perfection is it sometimes leads us to want to fix things that don’t need repair, or to think that people and things are broken when in…
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…
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…