“What’s the opposite of love? Is it hate?” she wondered. No matter how hard she wanted to she couldn’t bring herself to hate them. Nor could she truly wish them ill. Something about hate didn’t feel right to her. What was it she felt then? Hurt? That was a given.…
Recently the flow of water in our kitchen sink reduced to a trickle and was causing a lot of inconvenience. Washing the dishes was a huge nuisance. We assumed that the problem was due to some repairs being undertaken in our apartment building. We managed as best we could for…
Just yesterday someone acted in a way that set off certain triggers from the past and caused me to question my behaviour. Triggers From The Past Sometime ago, José (my husband) was teasing me about something I asked him to do and called me a ‘bully’. At first I pretended…