My father died when I was eight and my brother was three. A boy’s loss of his father at age three is Freud’s sweet spot. The whole Oedipal thing supposedly kicks in and his life goes all to hell in a mental handbasket. That was a spot-on prognosis in this case. Anywho, we were fortunateContinue reading “these shoes are made of satin”
Category Archives: childhood
welcome to my madhouse
Just to clarify from the outset, this is really all about me. I suppose that is pretty evident when your blog platform is @narcicissm.com. However, I do plan to cover a broader range of topics other than myself, but do remember, I am the overarching theme. Just to start, perhaps a bit of biographicalContinue reading “welcome to my madhouse”
my jaundiced eye 