Today I am very honoured to be a guest of Jill Weatherholt’s for her Summer Spotlight series. Jill is a kind, thoughtful blogger and writer (published!) whom I have followed since I became a blogger myself. Join me at Jill’s place, meet some new bloggers and have a little browse around. 🙂
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When I take a look though my search terms, I am sometimes surprised at what I find there. “Narcissist piano” showed up there, three times. I did a post about it. Another time, I did a post on a very serious search term: how to get a narcissist to love you. You can read that post here. […]
I was driving to another community in the Northwest Territories on Saturday when I saw this young bear. She (or he) was completely unfazed by my presence and idling engine. After a cursory look, she returned to eating some sort of tasty plant. I wanted to get a better picture but I wasn’t going to […]
At 60 degrees latitude, I am very far north here, but spring has now definitely arrived. The sky is clear and so is the lake, achingly pristine … … very different from the frozen majesty of two months ago. I am learning to appreciate the call of this northern land.
I found this in my search terms: narcissist piano. I did the mental equivalent of shifting from one foot to the other while I mulled that over. What does it mean??? Is it a typo? Is the searcher wondering if pianists are narcissists? Is that an actual type of piano? I mean, this is the […]
I arrived in the Northwest Territories at the end of February for a work assignment. It was -25C and one of the roads leading to the small community where I’m currently staying looked like this. Here’s another view of the same road taken about an hour later. If you watch Ice Road Truckers, you might be interested […]
NPD narcissists consume a huge amount of emotional labour. And before you know it, you can be down on your knees, completely exhausted, while the narcissist continues to, at the very least, be extremely dissatisfied. There is no filling them up. They are never full. They are never sated. They are never content. They simply […]
