He was a chubby little man, maybe in his 50s with sparse hair , receding from the hairline A generous man, always willing to take me to expensive restaurants and show me good times. We lived in nyc , so plays, concerts, were at our fingertips. Every nite, we would stop at a café and have a drink. I would have one drink, but, he would have many. I realize he had a problem with alcohol. I approache...

“I just don’t understand what this has to do with me,” Tina said grumbled in her mother’s general direction. Both of them avoided eye contact.

“Your cousin texted me – you know how hard it is for him to reach out to people – and specifically asked if you would be there,” Tina’s mom replied, as if she was explaining this to her daughter for the first time.

Tina’s cousin Darryl hasn’t mentioned ...

To me, he was an idol. I saw him as if he were chiseled in stone in some ancient city, revered by men and women far and wide, as if people came to see him on pilgrimages. In reality, he was enabling my addiction and that made me see him like a hero; I see that now, but couldn’t ever then. He would hand me another glass, another shot, another bottle with generous hands. Always with trimmed nails an...

She’s a lanky ENABLING lady

With long black hair

She wears a TALL pointy Hat

Her nose is a slight crook

Not exactly pretty

She is a GENEROUS soul

She gives out candy to those who dare knock!

SPARCE is evil in her heart

She maybe a witch but she’s a GOOD Witch...

Josh had landed a job working in finance in his early twenties. He felt so lucky the hedge fund company he worked for , had picked him up. Josh was a child of a single mother and spent his childhood in an area that wasn’t he best.

Even thought he had many responsibilities both in and out of work, he always made time to volunteer at the soup kitchen near his house. He also was involved in a mentor ...

The long, meandering queue stretches beyond them like the River Nile. She can feel Eva’s quick, small slippery palm escaping from her own prying, desperate grasp. Her own fingers clutch, but falter. It’s too late. The echoing moment of calm that has passed between them only seconds ago, shatters.

“Mummy!” Eva’s voice rings out like an alarm bell and Kara’s heart falters, squeezes with that famili...

Robyn stretched the bowstring back. Her eyes focussed on the hay practice dummy and the red and white painted target. A large target on the chest and a smaller target on the head. She let loose the arrow and it burst through the air and struck home. She smiled and this followed a round of applause from eager trainees.

Here in this sparse forest, away from all the hustle and bustle of the city, sh...

They say you’re generous. You give, even when no one wants. But I know the truth. The truth you hide.

Your actual compassion is sparse. You do things only when you can get praise. Only when you are on top, the controller.

Enabler. That’s your other game. Manipulate and tease until you get your will. You’re not a victim when you enjoy it.

I know you.

Do you know yourself?...

Edmund was a shortish, brainy-ish, happy sort of chap. Friendly and immensely gregarious, he was slightly overweight, somewhat out of breath, bespectacled and secretly balding. In a side wind his head resembled a sparsely feathered sparrow chick hiding under a ski jump.

Edmund did like to organise a party. His favourite venue was his generously proportioned back garden and he invariably spared no...

Grass tickled her feet, the damp pasture of morning cool, a welcoming chill against her skin.

Sun peaked up over the horizon, up over the trees, throwing long beams of golden light through the canopies, through the low twisting mist and out over the meadow.

She breathed in the fresh, delicate air.

The smooth warmth of the new day sent tingles down her arms, and she ran a hand over them, over t...