So, last night, just before 10 pm I think, I heard “something, something BITCH” yelled by the woman next door.
It seemed even louder due to the quietness of the evening.
I looked at Sid, Sid looked at me, we both shrugged and made here-we-go-again faces as the yelling rant went something like this: Continue reading
Sticks and stones will break my bones But words will never harm me.
“Sticks and Stones” is an English language children’s rhyme. It persuades the child victim of name-calling to ignore the taunt, to refrain from physical retaliation, and to remain calm and good-natured.
Sensible advice that, to remain calm and good-natured.
I have no problem with remaining calm.
But the truth is – as any person who’s ever been bullied can tell you, words can and do harm you.
Words can and do hurt you.
Words can and do cause you great pain.
Words can even lead you to suicide. Continue reading
Summer Solstice Musings 