One More Perspective
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The Narcissistic Mother
Here is the translation of the text by Hungarian blogger Viki Bihari: The truly terrifying thing about a narcissistic mother is that she is your biggest opponent.It is absolutely incomprehensible, but she is always cheering for the opposing team.If someone has hurt you, she takes a liking to them and conspires with them just so Continue reading
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Texting while Recovering from COVID
My thanks to the stranger who, out of the blue, received the below text message from an unknown phone number and kindly chose not to reply. “Tom – I cannot believe your number popped into my draft text messages as I tried to text Todd. It’s been several years but I still think about you. Continue reading
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Art
Sharing about their time together, my younger Son expressed his feelings about a visit to an art museum with his Brother. He specifically had strong feelings about interpreting the modern art pieces: “The artist is putting all of the work onto you!” my Son said. I laughed. Then, his statement set off a chain of Continue reading
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Chapter 0: Here we are!
Thank You for your time, however long you will share it with me. Thank You for the grace you will bring. Please know what you read here represents only me…and quite possibly only me and only on the day I wrote it. See, I keep learning, slowly, and I don’t interpret my world the same Continue reading
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Chapter I: The Catalyst
On September 26, 2023, I read a Reuters.com article that was the final push for why I established this internet corner for my writings. There had been an earlier, similar article on BBC, and that was the water for my dormant little seed of writing; the seed which has ultimately been within me for a Continue reading
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Chapter II: The Mother Who Cost Me My Daughter
Oh, such a tempting title, but a very thorny one. The bold expression first soothes the devastated Mother in me, but then also tugs on the parts of me which have cultivated appreciation for how complex relationships are and how I do not wish to engage in the divisive behaviors from which I continue to Continue reading
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Chapter III: My Paternal Grandparents
Ultimately, most everything I know about my Paternal Grandparents is hear-say, save my childhood years during which I frequently spent one-on-one time with my Grandmother. As I earlier indicated, I’ll be changing names (if I use them at all) and writing what’s in my recollection, which means I am not claiming this is all the Continue reading
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Chapter IV: My Maternal Grandparents
Using the excuse of continuing by year of birth, I am feeling very grateful, yet heartbroken to write about my Mother’s Father, my favorite person in my entire childhood. He was born in 1920, in a village on The Hungarian Plains, south of Miskolc, and rich in his heart. While I don’t know this about Continue reading
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Chapter V: My Parents’ Siblings
My Father was the only living offspring for my Paternal Grandparents; I wrote about his Sister under the Paternal Grandparents section. In a previous post, I began talking about my Mother’s Brother, of whom, unfortunately, I mostly have cursory knowledge. During my childhood, I saw my Uncle and his Family maybe a handful of times. Continue reading
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