by 
Prickly Pear
There is somebody here who drives me crazy. From the first night introductions to this very moment, it’s just gone downhill. She is full of barbs. In every conversation, she sends a barb at someone.
I rolled my eyes at her in frustration at breakfast, and she let me have it with a barb all my own at the morning session. I’ve tried all my tricks. “Turn toward the conflict. Find something good to acknowledge. Hurting people hurt people.” And on and on. It’s not working so far. She is one prickly pear. So I’m left with Lindsay’s favorite prayer:
Bless her; change me.
