Last weekend, I drifted into a cozy used book store in a train town we were near on a trip. As I glanced through the titles of novels and psychology books, I noticed a familiar title for a guided ...
"He's a narcissist," she said from the table next to me, "I should know, because I'm an empath." As much as I tried to focus on my pasta rather than their conversation, my therapist ears perked up: ...