More apocalypse, less angst
How can it be it that no matter how competent, adult, removed from the childhood home, and successful we are in our lives – that family conflict turns us back into an abandoned three-year old? That differential sibling treatment thirty years ago still matters? … Continue Reading “It turns out I am really only three years old inside.”
On Friday morning I went over to Vancouver Island to do some union speaking, caught the 10 am ferry and settled in to do some work on the laptop during the crossing. Unfortunately, I miscalculated my seat and found that instead of a peaceful… Continue Reading “Love and bunnies. Or not.”