Here is a poem that is as much about missing someone and not being able to reassure them of your love, as it is about surrendering to something you cannot control, but loving them anyway.
When you don’t have a voice
This week my heart goes out to a father. A good father and a good man. This week my heart goes out to all the parents who have been alienated from their children and who are standing on the edge wondering how they can possibly go on without the human beings they love most.
Dear Narcissist. Thank you.
Today I am thanking the Narcissists. I did not want to give them too much attention in the previous post, in which I shared with you some of the journey I have been on these last couple years. In that post, I spoke of the lessons I have learned and the gratitude I have felt … Continue reading Dear Narcissist. Thank you.
Rosie’s Chronicles: Alice is not where she says she is.
She had to be on her way, she had to get back home before her husband did. Not to cook dinner, or to help her children with their homework but simply to be there for him, and only him.
Gladys, the new Zimbabwean housekeeper’s first encounter with the ladies.
Gladys greeted the group of women and placed the pot of tea in the centre of the table, continuing to smile her well-practiced smile. She’d learned many years ago how to pull the corners of her mouth up into a beaming smile, deluding all in her presence of the ugliness she’d experienced and witnessed.
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