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Powerless

Powerless

What did Powerless mean to my inner child? I was powerless growing up in an incredibly controlling and narcissistic envelope, with players of various narcissistic flavors. No red flags here, all normalized. I was powerless over being assigned the role of family...
My Right Leg Tells Me a Story

My Right Leg Tells Me a Story

I had a dream last nightI am dreaming latelyafter none for most of my lifeexcept for “stuck feet” dreams, repeatedly, the same dreamagain and again. Go back to sleep, it runs again.Thankfully those are gone now.The door opened around being the speaker for a speaker...
Reflections of a childhood

Reflections of a childhood

Houdini books Fruit brandy brewing in my closetWhy not in their closet?Floor heater gratebranding my little brother’s feetMirrors in the hall and bathroomtoo high up to see meMirror in my room, stay awaySewing classesCheerleaders blaspheming and...
The Girl Who Loved Her Father Like Salt

The Girl Who Loved Her Father Like Salt

A story from my childhood... This was a book that was read many, many times as a child.Mom read books with my older brother and me, we were on the floor.We did not connect with each other or her, we did not look at the pictures.We did not touch.The father asked how...
Découvir Les Frontiéres

Découvir Les Frontiéres

En tant qu’adolescente souffrant d’obsessions suicidaires, j’avais de grandes difficultés à respecter la limite suprême entre vie et mort. Trop, c’est trop. Les soi-disant « soins psychiatriques » empiraient ces obsessions : un comble ! Il m’aura fallu quatre...
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