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Trump, Kohut, and the Pathology of Grandiosity Every morning Lynda and I take our three Whippets for a walk around the block. The older two, Paddy (age 9) and Izzy (age 4) stroll alongside us, taking in the morning sunshine, a sniff here, a poop and a pee before arriving back at our front door. […]
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Trump, Kohut, and the Pathology of Grandiosity Every morning Lynda and I take our three Whippets for a walk around the block. The older two, Paddy (age 9) and Izzy (age 4) stroll alongside us, taking in the morning sunshine, a sniff here, a poop and a pee before arriving back at our front door. […]
My wife Lynda and I both enjoy writing poetry. Before I retired I traveled a great deal, sometimes away for weeks at a time. Some evenings we would share partially finished work and invite the other to expand on, revise, or take the piece in an entirely new direction. It has been a while since […]
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Go to Your Room… and grow up
I was born in 1951, six short years but a lifetime and then some after the end of the Second World War. As a child, the war seemed very distant to me yet shaped in rather dramatic fashion so much of my life in those early years. It is something of a curiosity to me […]