My mind stopped registering time past the first year of silence. Here I am, today, surprised that it’s been over two years since I last wrote anything. In this time, I have road-raged my way through many unfinished thoughts and businesses. And overeaten through emotions and realities. Under my tired wings is a human who … Continue reading I am alive
As I started writing this year’s wrap-up, or shall we say ‘wrapped’ as everyone seems to be on that trend, I sensed a negative tone in several points. I tried to shift the perspective on some as it felt like I was being unnecessarily moany. But the tone persisted. And I kept wanting to write … Continue reading A long and rushed year
I had been going around telling friends how I can’t relate to the word ‘mother’ at all. I’m a parent, and I parent my child. Not sure why but I just don’t feel like a ‘mom’. Until a friend put it simply – it’s become a gendered term that brings with it a lot of … Continue reading Mother
This post contains details of a difficult birth experience. I strongly recommend not reading on if you are pregnant. It pained me. Then it wore me out. Then it scarred me. And then it took away my balance. Labour. One year ago I endured 49 hours of labour that didn’t yield anything except pain. The … Continue reading Labour
Saturday evening out. Yay. Oh, legs aren’t waxed. Fine, jeans it is then. They hardly fit now. Remember? Ugh. Never mind. I’ll borrow the husband’s black jumper and that will cover everything. Ah, so casual look then? Yep, not washing my hair. I’ll slick it back and wear pink lipstick. It’s anyway rainy and muggy … Continue reading Black jumper
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