Murder of the soul
You could say it was murder. A crime that never saw justice. What name would I have given this case? I often visualized myself sitting in the courtroom. Yes, I’d have a case, the narcissist versus the empath, but would justice be served? Where would I start to convince the jury how I became a […]
What death sounds like
At that moment when I sat with death, I understood so much of life. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t experienced this bitter episode before. I was young and naive then, perhaps I didn’t grieve enough, but this time it made sense. I sat bedside watching the same man leaving the world that he brought […]